wicker chair quarry

Written by: Anthony Slausen

cut from the quarry of life, 
block by block by block
towed to haloed ground
cut and pasting 
pyramids of the mind
time after 
time after 

to open a seam in the sky,
heart in the kings chamber
the soul in the queens
great lost limestone eyes
peering into the afterlife,
eating the gaze of god
on heavens horizon
but more often than not,
nothing is there
but a 
great wicker chair,
the beast lounging beneath
firecrackers in powdered eyes,
igniting the burning reel 
of a million lost lives
time after 
time after