Future Deleted Experiment of the Present # 17

“Scarecrow Cemetery”

nighthawks perched upon questions

of original aim

as proffer by owls obsessed in astronomy

and Celtic dew upon its enemy

a malkin besmeared by mire marked by autumn blasphemy

of who

removed ichor eyes

to plunder the symbols of knees

underneath night crawlers

all low things and these

whom stole arithmetic jazz from wee hours

a broken truce

before lark’s orison by light o’ morning

rooks alight to tack for packing twigging for their roost

of what

a mammet’s instrument of expiry

picked by feather and fair weather

and fired aim

bullet holes by bushel bought to defy holy ghosts of alters stacked as stone

built in circles buried deep

by the ardor in Gauls of old

straw jolting secrets helped by any orifice constraining any blame

ol’ Orpheus from timeworn fields be told

emboldened

an effigy ashamed

of when

evoking daemons in perfect oil painting

practiced between sips of poisoned chalice

by patiently awaiting

signaled to sing excitedly free

carol rearmost and corybantic

recite and syphon sounds to summon delight to enlighten

purgatory’s last romantic

of why

the first of fifth seasons

to devour richness from galaxies of bones

with rhyme but absent of reason

in all scandals surmised of summertide’s home

reach out, hoary flesh and knuckles clutch

too fast a gallybag to bargain Faust

a paper tiger’s throne

to wed perfection’s vestal sister

behold little gods for eyes soft as soapstone

and how

one knows pursue the ultimate, but work writer’s loathe

follow steps in plot

grave master’s mystery

flawless as covenant in oath

a map inked by mask of epitome

risen from its earth by unbending boast

from under light by firefly the agony

a ruthless artist’s imagery is shown

unhand your pen and frolic best prepare

her epitaph adduces Death

our raison d’être be known to marry

faultless art may mean regret

erstwhile nighthawks mouth the parry

and by gambles hope to upward sky

to glance a glass by whiskey filled

a scarecrow sways with open eye

take chance to know the novel spilled

written cosmic here as breathy chant

a tome of hops and rye

as taunts be heard by shadowed birds cawing madness among the lot

bestrewn among her family tree

feathers fall to final reckon she as X marks the spot

may the remaining slivers of my mirror be scarred instead of me