Long Division: Strains Of One

Dainty figurines, collide-expand

Upon the altar, knotted-stained

For which they stand; warped and dated

Like the mores buried, still, straining to inhale

Knee-deep down, beside, within—

The Laundering of time pronounced, for without

Borrowed—procured ceramic, forgone—

As it is with the stuttering of art, from in,

Unknown qualities emerge, myths and absolutions

Laying bare before the mantles, and within

All illumine beneath each face it makes appear.

  “      Strength bemoans the martyr, as the power of fear, is concealed within each face before you here—those of strangers and Judases alike—whose stones are visibly clear, not in hand but in the discoloration within each their eyes”

Symbolic Interlude

Gravestones, agedly weathered,

Abuts a stream-

Waves non-existent, surface darkish green,

Join a shore of rock and pine

Solitude, a prerequisite for the gardener,

Sculpting land, tending time,

The harvest reaper, hems overgrowth’s expanse

Amongst serene, stately oaks

Predators and prey, together alive,

The deathly throes of arms- snipped and hewn,

Casters of shade, accosters of view

Weaving loom of the architect

Combines placard & obelisk

Offering summarized biographies

In respect, we pause in reflect,

A stir of mourning & philosophy mix to show

Division still exists- as castes built with breath

Merge to form, the segregated plots of death