A flighty trowel
to clatter and scour.

Darkness hitches
through wonder - a wooze

heart's slippery stake, 
unexcused.

Coats 
with feather and tar

shimmers in red 
hopes ajar.

Brandishes a cross 
that plumbs

with graphite covered 
thumbs.

Windy for a joss
of your stick.

Calls and prayers
crack and whip

dust the skin
from brink to brim.

Trading winds
packs it back in.

Steely and thin.
A heart-shaped tin.