the sword’s brayer

(Photo: Camille Martin)

(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.

Camille Martin

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