england

were the happy family
gathered in past times ilk
cold despair with zero tolerance
for the ether we breath, the miracle
that is the air that we breath

cold nails bound them there
two years for heaven
bellows belches and thunders
under a quill
for years in Elizabethan theatres

splintered seats with joyous laughing
deep sorrow to gain with priests explaining
my doom proclaiming wickedness from the womb
gaping darkness brillance all evading
this witrhered eave
a seance taking care
to breathe
with every sentence
lives pace taking
a smile for breaking bones