tom taylor

rental calm

the ball goes back and forth, allusive palm and sestive
into the light and dark of contest and plain amortized
talent from the region of the hand is not undetected but
sent into the fray with duty and honor at the task ahead

not like some others, the motive suspect and the tale told
yet spoken aloud for the first time in history like this hour
rising from the depths on the lighted tube inert yet smoked
from inner spells where the names given are not yet known
at lingering motels standing by the railing in the evening

certain photographs laser into time’s allowance unerring
totems for the fallen and the other marchers into doom
declaring for the moment their particular sward & nail
upon the wood upon the hill in the rising light of now