Downstream

Why does the faceless wind-tree

listen to river's quiver

cascade the twists into skies

of flecks valley's

that invade our times

can rusk

and rain

and pollute stained flow ?

How trucked are long

passengers the fractured dark

that shift and crack the mirrored pole ?

Yet pale is the dawn

of wails and careless grow

that hump where

once exhumed the grave

buried inside the silent glow