A Shearsman Of Sorts
(For Tony)
Word
in hot ash
raked
ragged
red spoor.
Heat
of uninterrogated
sound.
There
is music.
Own
nothing
but a word.
To dis–possess
nothing.
Give back
what is
not yours.
To hear
mind pursue
through shadow
air
over
lip / tongue
leafing
how
what is sought
becomes
pulmonary dark
flower
the thing
it is not.