Bone & Memories
1 min readApr 26, 2017
My part of a sonnet cleave collaboration with Heath Houston and Isabelle Rathbone Greene.
Barren waste at zero ground, no soul seen
If only forward brought me closer to
That frame which housed too many souls. Reduced
To vapor; bound in a reliquary
A world owned of reek and bleak destruction
Agony more haunting than this desert.
Steeled against this ashen past and blinded
A foil to desolation swiftly bound
Shrill cry of ricochet and rain of stone
Of blistering decay on paling flesh
Served for feast on our enemies table
Broken kingdoms, broken kings: an altar
Summons power that once was aptly bound
Brightness, magic: singular implosion.
