it is not effortless

this longing

for blood’s images

to verify and melt

in halls of indifference

with no further ado

than a constant hear me

worldly blessed owls in bed

with the mighty

scurrying mice are leveled low

foursome is no more

than I in plenty

where there is a crowd

there is awe in numbers

standoff bodies likes in death

what mortuaries handles

in airport chapels

a glass of dark wine

a dry biscuit

raisins under a sky

hollowed with presence