Garlands and Helmets

...........+++++............ again, she waits till granite morning becomes juniper borealis and marble evening returns to morning… many of days the stars hide from arrogance to radiance, shut eyelids burning heaven’s fireplaces stillborn soft. and she waits wondering waning wandering till heaven holds her spleen from whispers stenciled with half-known embraces far, far away unto decaying killing fields where bullets pierce the hope of many a man who starve for homemade broth and slices of children’s chaste eyes fool, fool of maiden faith daughter of tribal’s gliding ebb tell me, are you diminished or stretched by bravery that taunts the pain? all rights reserved © ...........................................................