just alone

 every day was gone and weeds were dried

the day i tried the cyanide and men were tied

to stakes,forlorn and hungry shivering feverish

the day went on as if a wish was cast just for the

hopeless tour guides to spirit places 

and shallow liquid haunts,the day my son

was found in basement rooms savouring 

the corn gravy peas and butter bathing sweet

potatoes on the savoury plate and

furnishings of war went on 

i caught a fish the day i cried

just on the dawn upon the setting

sun i got the news that all the blues

sing on;in robert johnsons tone

my wife was slumbering a solumnable

flown in graven green just out the back

the lusty dreams had grown

a tumourous space

of grass to graze 

to her to rest her head

and bless her mind 

thus unwoken by

the done

and bitter death

whose birdsong note

was sounded memorable

a writhing wake 

born and blessed 

that never left

the youth you

shed to old age wings

to fly to scry to see

the forgotten 

being you

think you

may have known

but woods grow thicker

and flames burn slicker

the climates time

had come to

go on 

just alone