ode to you who builds.
heavy, the hands of construction
long, the faces who fashion bronze.
Oh, light eternal
monuments mild fire gentle.
Your crown of languish and laurel
burns like a wreath.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
many bellies of balloons.
ventricle. ventricle. ventricle.
in the bellies of balloons.
never was afraid of a secret never swallowed.
many bellies full of illness.
many bell tolls of many churches.