(Pace, in censored sight, divulges its length in melody.) 

Foliage wagers a skeletal bargain, follows the wind, 

Scraping its bones along concrete, 

Sounding as if a parade of match strikes

Were made in tandem. 

(Pace, in censored sight, divulges its length in melody.)

& if this bare bones presentation creeps up from behind 

Evidence would entice the human mind,

“It happened. You heard it.” 

But? 

What’s the tempo of war noises 

Behind the curtain?

*

Steady hands, composed before the alphabet,

Describe rain fall on a tin roof. 

Dust clouds favoring composition

Over dispersed inheritance.

**

A form stars embrace 

In silence, lengths which defy 

Death 

Rattle, life 

In 

Microscopic dignity,

Operating behind the curtain.

***

(Pace, in censored sight, divulges its length in melody.)

Far behind a sigh is looped, amplified in scope, 

Reaching millions…

Mythologizing disquiet 

As the song discovers its crescendo.