this tipped

Written by: Dort James

Wood,
she gazed across to their titanium towers
from her granite perch across the wide

fair and wandering
what's
written for her;

and her ladder rungless,
jake's steps swallowed up,
feathers pouring through
like ripe red sack
from defrocked casks as
dusk starts dining
on the day:

night's spigot --
this delirious inkpot
tipped.