days

[wytchcroft]

 
then count the days backward
stop time
stop tongues

and no damage done

strangers reading names from tombstones
speaking in birdsong
shaking the trees

with an alphabet of broken teeth

catching a breath
of ash and friendly steam

this is not - there is no - what could be -

a gap toothed truth
and honesty

for the space between fingers
for the length of a smile
and the days counted backward
for many a mile

Comments

[kodzujoro.livejournal.com]

good! especially i liked metaphor 'with an alphabet of broken teeth'

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

thanks, my friend :))