Pogrom
(I)
hivelight
grails
the
lee-cistern, each
copper
beech
drink
of this
emproofed
entire
plebescite
water
pulse-henge,
flesh-
henge
deflects
the
separable soul
from
its overlay,
the
high song
from
its
(~molten
milk)
belief
emblazons
thief/toy/blur/bat
elm’s
mane
slabbed
in indigo
rood-mould
brass
glade ash
vs.
planet capture
my
body sifting
flame
from (other)
— delible
flame
Pogrom
(VI)
(Black
Jury)
everything
smells
like
smoke, he said
hiatus
or quietus
the
federal template
(implant)
glass
ticks feeding
at
the warm thigh,
curfew
of
their fragile
foreheads
—
painting
unites
all
that is worship
within
us,
myths
of forestry
maintain
eastering
pricket
unbound
from
decay’s meat
applaud,
my
brother-nation,
my
barn-black
jury
my
wet-nurse,
my
rise-and-shine —
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