untitled

death comes in sheeven
wid deim Haar
an Yis Master Roots.

No far/fair you was
clouded up
soas the stars did
done down on you
but was also upward.

but horizontal too
in flocks of
magenta, an eloquent
wingspan "for a thousand years"

-no me good-
as when a pigeon
tumbles or obstacles
but are also up above

spring chasms and
curling shoots of
precipitation to carry
you home in.