The Cry

Wasn’t was not ceased,
abnegation of

doomed dirigible, so I said

it asway,
to safety.

Your face, ash accursed purse
of an abecedarian

jungle
pox. Slack, sepia sonatas

set
pro rata,

the clapboard
war vibrations. Lavish

celebrant, split aye’d shedding
martyr; Prithee,

eternally with love.