10/Rosary of Summer

Who plagues all scenes of our memory?

Childhood is the recurring fever
that devours all future dreams
Love the imperfect rage
that lords over all future loves
Death the silly logic
that mystifies all future craft

Summer, like this cycle,
is the beast of passion & easy prey
the heat that flails the air
& falls on arid women
who croon despair

The secret letters, the forgers known
& the traps that trapped them once
& for all

Verily, all sleep is sleep of the snake
that devours all tail of sleep

Who batters the fortress of our innocence?
This summer rakes
dead roots
all the savages
blazing forth in their grimy glory.

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