Tuesday, June 30, 2009

before the throes

In dusty halls among the thrones /
with feet shuffeling against the thorns/

We exhale deeply past our throats/
To carry sound above the throngs/

In silent halls among the thrips/
We throttle and thrash the insect kings

with red thread tied round our wrists
for the thankless and the meak

before the throes we laugh
at lifeless ca