limber ginkgo
The cracked walls surround the meager old hero
on his throne. Darkness on the highest floor does not fade,
yet a glimmer from above cast the better historical place.
How then escapes bear catacombs in mine?
Melting away, casting best estimations to hope.
Shackled in red and boiled to dread. The doors come crashing down.
There is no time to fret. There is no time to frown.
Someday, somewhere he knew the day.
Anguish does not explain or tell the truth.
Fibrillation on top of the nation.
At last alone.
He moves his old bones.
He takes his last stand in the little light and humiliation.
dusty parrot