Previous poem
5.)
And we’ll go into the arms of Nu
bend the branches of the day.
Past the cemetery and the songs that decayed:
take on twisted shapes.
Star-bitten cape.
Westward rise above slung rocks.
Dawn deepening among the feathers of the flock.
Puffed up chicks, collecting every word
Elysium, emerald plain, how absurd.
What’s the sky without you?
6.)
Star-bitten cape.
Dawn deepening among the emerald plain, how absurd.
Elysium, rise above slung rocks.
Westward into the arms of Nu.
Past the cemetery the feathers of the flock
Take on twisted shapes.
The branches of the day,
Puffed up chicks and the songs that decayed:
bend, collecting every word.
And we’ll go, “What’s the sky without you?”
7.)
What’s the sky without you?
Elysium, emerald plain, how absurd.
Puffed up chicks, collecting every word
dawn deepening among the feathers of the flock.
Westward rise above slung rocks.
Star-bitten cape
take on twisted shapes.
Past the cemetery and the songs that decayed:
bend the branches of the day.
And we’ll go into the arms of Nu.
Next poem