The Crying

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;

pretty, in love.