the sword’s brayer

(Photo: Camille Martin)

the sword’s brayer

thy needle

who creep in function,

stagnant be thy plumb.

thy blackout scald,

thy prong be swarmed

on skull as it is in blemish.

rack us this jab our civic dram.

and implode us our harnesses,

as we implode those

who harness above us.

and yank us not into harmonics,

but discover us from knuckle.

for thine is the fracas,

and the syntax,

and the coffin.

hurrah.