Poetry of Issue #8        Page 69

From Parents to Children

It is finished and it is
the coping stone in the prime
of the hierophantic what was
that it shall never be contained.
The lost are in a megaphone
of scurrying avalanche
to taste the chimes to flicker
as a welcoming to the storm.
Industry has its boss
weight of amber collapse
of a shameful garment what is
annulled to be rent and stanched.
Verily a sullied osmosis can vent
a langorous populace to tinders
and it is time sir to rehearse.
O where are the spies to recommend
the displacements of shadows
and where is the coming kenned?
Where shall the calf in the stall
climb to a tender merriment?

  Robert Mueller