MIRE ME

With the same
Such torn pages
Clouds drift
Across the skies

What ire
Did I reaped
Lonesome, the moon
Sickle cut the dream

Fear hover
Night silhouette,
Crank call
The bovine blue

Honky hunk
Dawn silvery
Prostrate across
Slaty sky

Call there
The mire me,
Slush refuse
Dangle in birth.