tom taylor - luted flame

luted flame

eagle forms alone part penitent treasure flatback
noun’d among declining hatians in history spin
no silence damaged along the pleasure highway
for neutral pointers in their sallow marks again

yet hold these blames self evident to the noxious
boarders clamoring at the table for more food again
and scorch their children as suckers at the teat of
life’s own measure on the meaner attributes of life

to force them backwards into the pit screaming fall
into the pit which beckons daily life on amoeba sat
to whisper in the witch’s ear rear entry into flaccid
portals call them bearers at the mark and pool of light