Waving off father wounds like wind
The crow blows trumpets over the
Sound of vehicles fighting for a
Parking space, more emptiness
Searching for eyes to swallow you
Whole tinkered worn ascendants
With bloodshot blinkers catching
There coughing, forgetting where
I am but then I come back to an
Unfamiliar life without solid Earth
Where death is humming prayers
Thoughts of radiance and drifting wood
Crowns of tears over barstool counts
Our blessing on tadpoles and sores
No chariots for Thomas to examine
Forgive the father, a child of wax
Beaten into place, cornered
In places we once called home

Forgiven like God after every natural disaster