Dove Alone

night falls fast
lonesome dove

unto yourself
you are a scribble of
nothings

an entombed language

your demons boast
of a future, of a bleeding sun,
of ghastly earth, of
falling stars and angry seas

night falls fast
lonesome dove

unto you, a band of roses
clench their fist
killing the morning spirit

unto you shall the gathering
of thistles be, on your brow
and roundabout your heart

see, the clouds are thick
as the amazon forest;
look, they are bristling
porcupines

lonesome dove,
how do you deflate
when you are full of lead?

how do you fly?

night falls fast

the graves are sky bound,
all around, roundabout your
waist like jigida

lonesome dove
night falls fast

with the urgency of a
sieged bladder, the final
sprint of a headless chicken

lonesome dove
a day is a prison

the hard labours of morning
bleed into the afternoon
and slumps into a surgical
bowl like the organs of a corpse

night heaves

where is the eye that knows light
and how she gives herself
away in many colours?