stoics 2

I'll read one

and then I won't

the words of a ghost

my father and why

when asked

did he not cry

wood burned in the park

the birch dark bridge

as he sat

a god aghast

in a sunken chest

barrel bursts

then cracks of silence

and I'll ask once

but wanting won't sing

birds bent and fled

from freedom

came the scent

the signal fires rose

and gathered

by clouds by

carrion crows

the clean black matte

of ash and bone

-ca