chins to ground
among the shrill,
hordes of anger
with tiny voices
of fruitless grain,
ears sewn closed
waves of wind,
noise to white with
mortal bites,
elegant absence,
mouths sewn open
frosty views to
simplicity of you,
bastards of air,
your cavity of clutter
sewing thoughts
the deepest black your
commentary sewn
to hate
rejoice leonard
the end is near,
the news sewn in air
seeds carried in the wind,
waves of lies,
the heart beats timber,
sewn by tiny voices of
shredded truth
remind us again that
you heal.