Three Thin Trees - December 14 2009

Stings of love >>>

Three thin trees, bereft,
bleak thorns against the sky,
damn the collectivist intent
to deny charity its wreath/
Swiftly to be routed down
lest the olive yield a fruitful peace
across the soulless humanscape--
Shinar’s perch of bitumen and gold,
and the garroting of slaves
to tend their masters’ hands
in the dark festivities beyond/
By Levantine caressed, warm and wet,
bursts a cloud of bearded blooms--
white heat of verity and anvil
that empties tombs, seals bloody quarries/
Pray shake the crosier ever green
to solemnize stings of love,
yes clang of steel, perhaps anoint
a mother’s ground of mourning/