We Come Together:
Stand before
A double-fan arch grille
Single-wide mahogany
Double-diamond six panel with
Half-glass sidelights.
Inchoate, a prismed sun invited
Sprayed across the porch, veranda, stoop.
Always overcaste, a rainbow ekes past
Meticulous Yggdrasil, her skirt-of-roots
A window beneath her branches
(Double-fan arch grille) Trunk a rotund
Sexy, full, bend.
This entry could use a second door, this
Place of residence for the uprooted
For the fallingleaves cultures.
We have but one root in the end–
Umbrella-adjacent still only a bas-relief
Mere shadow to the overcaste skies
We stand in line together
Money and soul-wealth alike
Knob of polished iron
Pitted from a seasonal saltwater pour
Two feet placed upon a welcome mat
Muddied from a thousand types of earth.
This the loam,
This the seedbed of Eve’s Garden.
Desert mirage-made-full.
We don’t see what’s behind
(Single-wide mahogany) this gate
(Double-diamond six panel) this worn
Trembling wood touching finger-pads
All the oils of cultures secreted out
We see, only,
A tree-of-promise
Ourselves alined to enter
Yet We All Came Before
Is this God? Is this Justice?
Half-(glass)lidded (highlights) Budh?
To step in, to enter one abreadth,
Remove the muddied shoes,
Remove the bloodied socks
Traipse through an abode–
Enraptured safety.
Why is this threshold closed?
Is it as a present wrapped?
Mystery abounds.
Is it a bottleneck?
Hide the genocide, hold the masses
Hostage.
Is it a riddle?
Speak, Friend, and enter.
Does it keep the natures out?
Devilish and Divine alike,
Glottish-sticky romance and
Spittle-flown revenge, the
Embattled imperfect Hope-healers,
Philosophers of Kindness, the
Tempests of rage
What burns down to a simper
Alone in a corner what–
What purpose does this door hide?
Why is it, only, this wide?
We Come Together, and I–
I am third in line:
First Diana, and Beksinski behind.
Damocles on the sidewalk
Twenty souls, then Einstein.
Here, all are made strange.
Modern Fantastic 