Hinnom, TX
(Fall infall outfall along)
in the first of lightpast the Noachidebodies wrapped in white
stranded every painbaby, pasts are slain“I got outta La Grange…”
in Hinnom
all this timewith your heart in minddidn’t you edit
in Hinnom
go, the leastand the precious feastthe in-vetted
sand it starts to stealdirt and ice imbed in cheeksin the potter’s field
solar peacewell it swirls and sweepsyou just set it
strangers scatteringnether passage in the windoff pennant tension ring
armor, downon the wettest groundnot to vet it