AGE

Shadows exiled into rivers of creased grey stolen flesh
waved there flags in breezy excited panic
Locks of flashing years taken into harness
kept through passing envy’s grasp
Aged ancient soil tightly tightened across fleeting fleeing porcelain bone
Eyes hang as stained glass
in vaulted distance
pain such a conversational companion chirps a merry background ache
while skies silent in grey shroud
place pierced pennies
upon scared thin lidded views
HOW COLD THESE SHEETED
VALES HAVE BECOME