They Also Serve Who Only Stand and WaitI don't know when we first went underground. I don't even know if it was one mass exodus, a swarm of mankind trickling through the earth's crust so vehement we carved our own caverns by the force of trampling feet, or whether it was a gradual process, perhaps even a repetitive one, a family here, a neighborhood there. For all I know, the echo of the damp subterranean machine has always reverberated off the cave walls, created long past by the Angels, who think of our well-being even while they shake their heads helplessly at our flaws.They say that those who remained on the surface were raptured away in a great flash of light, like a millio
But For Our MythsOn the island Avalonwhere apples growupwardthere is a treewhereleaves shield the sun.At least,legend says.In my defenseI would say that I hopedmore than believed.SoI lied to the onion of truthas I peeled back layersof skin, and said"I've no intentionof evergetting to the core."Soon, light would peekdownwardthrough the wordsinto the soilwhere nothing grows.
AnniversaryI commemorated you last night,AlthoughCompletely by accident.You darted out from the powder pavementsSkirting my memory- like a wild wretchPaltry in register and reason.The season has been unkind,Sealed in static and skeletal Treason: trees illuminated grey and disconnected stars,Disconnected veins.I traced the place where we once parted.Pencil gallows, plainly fallow fields ofShameful chagrin pinned the hawk cry Like an arrow. We were frozen there,Marred by a detonated letter,A blinding bouquet of devastation.I dreamed I could wind back this cruel clock-And undo the shock absorptions that have NeverCea
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