Verdant Graves

Flush-cheeked waiting for the wine
Out the winding lily vine
The spokes are sundered tried and broke
Placed in so they cannot move
Music of the earth to soothe
The pebbles speaking till they wreak
The fall of purple forests

Red beside my bleeding gums
Yawn some spaces trenched with wake
The rot has blackened gifted sought
Exit key to doorways hooped
Spindle hawk the question looped
With hungry talk of jade drink

Flushed-cheeked waiting for the fruits
Spring like metal from their suits
Dark mourning yield with blade and sworn
Their fiefdoms quelled to the stars
Dewdrops faraway for mar
The small of verdant graves

Bitter tang with coming age
Inspire ferry anchorage
The copper strings electric stop
And shorted ring their bell times
Scattered bouquets from their minds
For wed into their fate