OTHER EYES

Good news on a cross. 
those below spread the cost 
everyone will build a throne in bone and stone   
gathering life like beggars robbing thieves 
Second Chances smouldering dances fortunes sent in an autumn storm 
I lay in the snow watching her spirit mistress sing a slaughterhouse song
Vine grown across soldiers long since still
mysterious glances
shine on sunken glass
mirrors drown when the ocean turns