Epilogue to and Act of Hate
Written by: Owen Drahkele
Icicle chin
Knotting the brown wool
Against the barbed wire
Of hate
Tuft of beast flowing
Stuck in the muddy frieze
Of hate
The caregivers
Speak to me
The car drivers
Speak to me
The new steel snow
Floats down
The first field
Of hate
The streaming manuscripts
High on this misty thirsty land
Of hate
The caregivers
Speak to me
The car drivers
Speak to me
A line of broken silver fenders
Under the still sifting snows
Of hate
Stampeding horses worm a hard
Fingering path around and through
The pink hate
And in the second first
There is nothing
Just white
Of hate