Somewhere near Poynette
our waxwings fail /
Like snow setting
on youthless kites /
thrushed to less /
godwit brimming /
We sing / we sever / we save /
The mute engineering
of our own pried open country
gives our green abundance
away / in gasps / Our hush
the husk of all good intentions /
Mute / we sing / while brains
blown from dearest heads /
while misted red on white
corridor walls / on mute architecture /
dearest hands given away / in gasps /
our hush / so loud / so mute /
we sing / we sever / we save
the truest safety /
for the whitest corridors /
an ageless extortion //
Mute / we sing / save /
we savior / we sever /
Like silent footage
of a deafening blast /
immense / alone /
frozen inaction /
We savior / we sever /
champions of cold compassion
burning in a spacious forever /
