Vox AMERIKANA: Magic of Maniacal Misfortunes (The Bitches Brew)

when cold as death made sense of a breathless stiffening the aortic retort the numbness metastasized

beneath bright stars in a dark below a shattered surface a heavy slight and scintillating stripes as venal clots in the icy lite

half of everyone ashore—spectral in scream wanton of the near to stop drowning afar

the half who could and would not save
you came clear

as flailing arms breached the night shoreline yet out of reach

                                          you 

broke the way home

our heart land in the coroner's gland