poetry

utmost virtue

16 August 2018

travel heavy tread light, as the crow flies
(murder on my feet) and
murder on my mind)
aspire to keep promises as bladder stones &
frosting bones honour the steppe

hard hart scarps mend and lend body that
dense bread neath dark stars carve (from a land)
carven through by mountain venge
a revel in supplication

name winds more surely than children
or virtues of the land
‘Mercy’
and sea
‘Patience’

short strokes shape a long sharpness
though polishers know the touch of grit
blunts the burr
plentiful among golden shine


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