warm weight of

wet ashes, gashing the
rain-slopped sidewalks,
shouldering echoes of
everyone; gods undone
among undulous dewdrops,
cudding the rain fly
hearts of these
witch-treed
redbuds, beckoning
rusting hinges rot 
or slough as, 
mumbling,
teeth must—frames
relent in some carnival
spectacle tangram teasing
blood among turnip-frail
names impinged with
names amending the gurgling 
rain as reins relentlessly rattle the 
border-black bit back, crackling
under the gums gone 
greyer than wily cal-
liope panpipes peppering
what feigned friction fletching
our fingers with seam-ripped 
stars or sparks