Antigone says beaches, tides .......................................................... best hide the unseen but felt to be .................................................. the sharpest of things we covet and carry .....................................

art by Ettore Aldo Del Vigo ©

outside the wind a-howl
an auger-ed desperate 
tourniquet to sorrows 

maybe all the morrows 
will be rich raked rucked marrows 
like we once all used to be 

Oedipus who came to see  
how we too could turn out 
embers and sticks stuck in each eye 

human souls needing bones to lie 
every ghost born within the rain 
outside, inside wind a-howl again ...

EJR ©