Hand of Blood

Hedgers, schemers

silent night screamers

at fringe of flesh

& a balmy of tears

 

where criminal seers

fall into your oceanside belly

unfrocking boatloads

this mischievous frenzy

 

opera & phantom

theatre be my ransom!

a holy child,

cursed wing of foot

 

where foghorns unsoot

torrents of hair free as mud

& pander for any sign whatsoever –

this thirsty hand of blood.

 

A nye of angels

ringnecked famished and slake

sailing off again off again

a battle of wake

 

blinded by dodgy

pathogens of love

loyal & savage

sloomy panicky mournful avid

 

coconut and lime

Sisyphean plods divine

alume alar

alew – align.