/ Corkboard Sunrise

when the dead can't smile

past the killing, and even longer so the death
one more man is put past his test

a tired and bothersome load
the test passes on past this humble abode

but on tired old occasions
the pardon is not granted

and so fourth the damaged move forward
forever keeping this myth slanted

when the ferns and lilies grow
so does the sickness like a cold in the snow

and the damaged move toward the dead
much as a robin casts it perch near the shed

for one who does not wonder
this mystery is never too much

like sharp knives kept in the cupboard
so many a sow's underbelly is torn asunder

changing our mood swings to by the times
stealing our honey from the grasshopper
instead of the bee's hive.

from where the sun now stands