Forgotten

We burn the eyes in the blickety white sticky bits of scribble
paper.
Burn the mind in wriggle fingers and sleek worms.
Black turns street stream, slow.
Black meets weepers, black moves inwards and slow.
Brown comes down stairs,
down passage
down hall,
down street
down town,
through door.
Black and brown and green and brown and black and white.
Wail mumble whisper,
Whisper whisper whisper.

Shivering in cold morning,
on grassy field,
with stone names
and stone faces
and stone memories
and stone years.

Floating,
floating bobbing.
House natured red ember,
stone inker weeds and laughter.
Floating flounder green and golden,
floating dying seen unspoken.
Woman waiting in witch walker,
in ditch daughter,
in stitch stalker.
Dead unseeing weeds and rushes,
green and golden and floating dead.
The basket full and fair,
full and foul,
full and floating,
fair and foul and floating dead.
Catching berries in broken basket,
apples berries broken burning.
Old man waiting, old man walking,
old man sleeping, old man floating.
Brown and golden burnt and broken,
nailed down,
nailed down.
Brown and black and white and golden,
singing songs for the dead,
songs forgotten.
Brown in brown,
deep dark winter brown and summer green.
Sprinkles sandy meaning meadow,
sprinkle empty headed sorrow,
sprinkle brown in brown and golden,
sprinkle last embrace the frozen.
Empty field of stone and sorrow,
empty rows of bone and hollow,
empty smiles in empty room,
empty people, empty gloom.