The Northern Wind over Glacier Park,
Carries the musk of the elken rut:
An ammonia stench, thick with lust,
The scent of battle, death and conquest.

A lone pair of antlers crests above the harem,
Thirty cows drinking at a Logan Pass creek.
The bull elk spots shifting li

The soil here is hard in summer
So i buried my father in a tomb of rocks,
A plot behind st. catherine's church
To lay rest the giilded dream of pitiable men.

With gold found to the north
Quartzburg drove out its whores,
Its foreigners and roughnecks.
They settled th

Though I walk freely, my time is not my own
The mass inside me demands that I atone
Abomination made of invasive cells
"Becoming non-being," it utters at the outset of every day

Unable to breath, enshrouded in fear
Shadowed, withered, the specter incessantly appears

T

Man lives on bread alone.

In the deserts of the East
I met a wild, winged beast
Drinking sand and eating stones.
"You there, let me chill your bones,"
Said he of the porcelain grin,
"Your month-long fast has gnawed you thin."
Indeed the vultures thought me dead

August in virginia,
A warm brandy night in 1831,
Hidden in woodlands,
Seven slaves discussed the freedoms to be won.
Christ s blood on the cornfields,
A benighted hand to suffocate the sun,
War with the serpent:
Visions from the book led a preacher to the gun.

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"Past the village, under sea ice
Haunting the shoreline since days came from nothingness.
Watching you with unblinking eyes
Waiting for you to defy."

The boy observes him before the fire
Ancient tribesman speaking in somber tongue
Fascinated, leaves in the night
Gla

None speak of the pious in history:
Notre dame conquered by a poète mauldit.
Beyond france's gendarmes and butchery
Rose my twin-eyed concrete babel staring
Down the gods.
Stir their hearts;
Men applaud
Crime as art.

Violent birth.
Pile driver lances
Pie

In the gardens perched on the sky,
The ones where snakes sing lullabies,
I met a man who spoke to me,
A dead man hanging from a tree.

He craned his neck and whispered this:
"perfection is the great abyss.
Leave now lest you share my fate,
A ghost dangling at heaven'

Last night, i watched the moon drink the tides
'til a whale rose from the hole in the sea.
She breathed in the clouds like an opium ride,
Smiled, and devoured me.

My flesh had melted when my mind awoke
To feel her tail tear open the sky.
Fins punctured cities, bled sulf

What horrors we wage
In the light of day,
Bodies left decaying
For the world to see.

Conakry,
September, two thousand nine.
Moïse dadis,
Junta chief, will not resign
His command
To sworn democratic law.
Thousands band
To demand that he withdraw.

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Instinctive pull
Call for expansion
Impulse to seek prosperity
Flee consternation

East over shoulder
The lantern telling lies
Expiring slowly
Kerosene dries
Fear washes over

Mud-caked teeth grind
A smirking, wind-burned face cracks frown lines
Chas

Awakened by claps of celestial hands
The mountain, once guardian
Now soars in the wind

Explosion, a call from our father’s sphere
Unending, surrounding
Reprisal for sins that we prayed would disappear

Cloud bereft of rain

Oblivious to the many signs
A pervas

"To Hell with Boston's urban sprawl,"
Said I to you, dear wife,
"We'll hitch our wagon to the Western call,
Give the children a better life.
For what's now sand,
With these hands,
Will become
A garden."

The Sodom of the east behind us,
Rain will follow the p

The teeth of lions sown by the wind,
Spurned by the salt of the
Earth s fallow and barren skin,
Find fertile ground in me.

Rains of red poppies
Burst from the blue.
Fireflies and harpies
Beat their wings anew.
The wine from man s fountains
Imparts courage to

A million shells like stones in sand,
The soil painted by severed hands,
(red)
Locusts breed in a child's skull,
A hallowed tank, rats in its hull,
(all dead)
Wars keep the vultures fed.

Friends and foes, all extinguished:
Mother nature can't distinguish
Bet

Epoch perennial
Unending burial
Sentry of the land
A lord with no command
On hallowed ground

A chieftain once revered for his knowledge of the land
Provider turned to prey with a twitch of nature’s hand

A peril unforeseen by the writing in the stars
Similaun a

Fade into stars
As god machines.
With our arms
We will shape the world.
With this breath
We become the world.

In parts i lie, staring at the clouds,
And listening to the vultures sing.
The husk beneath this shroud
Brings alms to fallow wings.

Vines spr

Quiet dawn as fog lifts in Saint Esprit
Target of a twisted covert trial
People of the region unsuspecting
As dapper agents empty out the vial

The climate of the day unstable
Esoteric knowledge on the table
A policy of silence to suffocate the truth

Tested on the

I defied the sonoran wilds,
A wooden border fence to cross.
I ll feed my wife and child
With the calloused hands my homeland lost.
The last desert wolf has died,
But i will struggle on
To the north.

A battered dog claws the dust
And cowers to the brush as i pass

Embalmed, he wakens from his sleep
In the corner of his eye something retreats
Heavy hearted as a feather hits the floor
A betrayal to be punished evermore

Isolated
Passing beyond the living
Toiling through underworlds
Asphyxiating
There was a toll indebted