Raven's graveyard, sunken skulls
sprouting from wormpiles comes polished-onyx life.
Trainstation rhythms, whining wheels
growling with congodrummers to Great White Eels, Great White Eels
sliced over rice like shining hands, whisking outward on faraway lands.
Bird conversation of stranger ilk, born of barking heard over the hills,
speaks tindersticks' volumes of death and revolution
spraying from fists slammed into the ground.
Nature's education, swiftly severe
more powerful than towers or a child's wailings.
Death in Nature's garden stands like a stone
even by human hands it has no feeling here.
Catholic education, all hit and myth, "smells and bells"
some sort of trick target I won't shoot for today.
Your scarecrow stands more gravelike than human
Your cause is a phantom that fails to possess me.