the yellow room

Sun warm 

Spoken inside out 

Letters arrange themselves

Where we had to draw

Our stories 

Our singing sons 

Paintings of what we adored 

Illustrative of the love beheld 

A willing participant 

To a fallen demand 

How must false truths confess 

Their despair 

Bloody misgivings 

Thin asks 

Gray in apprehension 

Spring speaks in his silences

Containers of a tired sort of soil 

Buried at the rapture 

The fruit born is of misshapen pillars 

Of sweetened sap 

How to ask for alms 

Where prophets dance 

In admiration or love?

What price bears the crown?

Knowledge, 

Unredeemed or harmonious

A consciousness hired 

Rueing 

Man’s art of cruelty 

Seeds consumed in the fires

Of old wars we lost 

Casting swords into water

We make mouths