thoughts on wool

covered in sheep
from head to toe
bar the guts
just wool
and skin -
my own
frosted at the hairs

these are the thrones

Angels’ jaws of dying stone 

spat glistening fish to barren ground 

and in the dust they thrashed 

and drowned 

heavenly filth 

so quietly danced the burned out sparks 

from bones to bodies low

beating souls 

I, red at dawn 

My heart, with strings of sapphire

playing fiery grace

these are the thrones

dancing feet

dance 

and kick the dust on silver springtime 

dance again 

with elephant shoes 

boots too big 

dance 

and move your ribs

dance with 

teardrops

of the chiming bells

dance in your cotton socks 

stain them green