( via via @mjohnharrison / me )

In realms of helmrat.

"A scribe's work writ awry and blurred,
Scrawled after the blind evensong--"

--Swinburne

Mari Lwyd having a wiggle.

instagrammaton
corrosive stillness
tireless cataloguing
of the newly dead

& where would i walk to
that the dust doesn't fall on me
from our constant jangle
under the giant's sole

to feel the tug of the tideghost
& have nothing to offer
not even in the scrambling
of my resistant wits

Elegie.