Young Sow

Chains and plastic tubing weave floor boards out of blue sky

Old souls dye and chisel the sines licking our scattered eyes

Conveyor belt loop of vases burst by young pain

Ice shatter sounds also sizzling surging shepards

With all due respect to the tillers of the field

New soil rise from water, thawing permafrost

Divorce husbandry and let the lamb lead

Its time to fallow but one day we shall reap