Naming the Stone

twitter twitter little bird
your music which is never heard
only dire written words
empty spaces in between
laden with burnt offerings
each little chirp hastens entropy
dance, ye starlings on dead ivory



Hope is a word which means "don't fear
those unknown futures which we may share, dear"
probability and estimations
combined with sensible regulations
possibly could have saved these nations
from human greed and exploitation
but we reckon we're in for more devastation



fetching fond affection
in agreeable agrarian best dress
farmer's daughter non-contrarian total mess
rack and ruin torques her tresses into Fascination's nest
a wedding a most fashionable and becoming institution
and bedwetting an acceptably minor revolution



Pucinella Puncharella dictates again how to behave
don't act out or show your passion
hide your eyes in hoods
bite your tongue swallow blood: resist that which you crave
touch nothing speak with nobody
lurk quietly in woods
now listen really closely: hear the knocking from your grave



life of incremental inching
no decisions choose no right choices
heat the cable set the rig to winching
jaws of life release the pinching
six swift incisions to silence the voices
well-behaved litter of kittens mews no noises
rasp one shallow gasp before our lynching