the mismolding of the lens

Courageous stories end courageous words, issuing peaceful assemblies Laid away as day was valued, enjoyed without symbol Divisive victory hiding overtures of bread Hardships and arrogance about how we fed In adams apple, the evening gowns And cities skied believing hounds Talks behind, collard barrels as wine Another stretch and dance A loft, building a glance So far ahead the subway can fly Counting callouses torn, empty greetings sigh Departing mystery of burning sisterly Caverns of sounds Jostling of crowns