Sins of the Monarch
Leave a commentApril 4 by The Running Son
Sins of the Monarch
Once bunker’d down embattled chrysalises
condense down.Baby rattles. Residual placenta-channel dreams
prism lightthrough unraveling seams until colors are right.
There are others.A hail pebble incursion, a fetal rain from mothers
mixing needlesinto porridge, knitting meals, and excising oil
packed evilsinto fitting cylindrical storage.
by Jim Aldrich (:
©2013 JimAldrich
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