(Take me anywhere)

Take me anywhere

safer than a bookcase.

I am full of the cinnamon smell

and damp hair.

Our wards are powerless, still, in the face

of such promising Oathbreakers.

It will never be done—This malevolent koan.

The rocks are slippery, and country hands

crack and bleed.

Necromancer

Every barn has a skeleton
revealed by fire

with children and secret-keepers
dancing red beside

but god and money
are well kept and powerless

still

58 miles to Effingham

You never told me that
it smells like pencil shavings
and burnt leaves by the river

and summer sinks behind
firecracker trees like syrup
and a day takes days.

You just weren't listening.