Shadows of a relapsed dawn in the accordion pulpit

piano rolls for the taunted sailor
dismissed and disrupted from the aches
of in-town bemusement and fabricated
code words for trouble among the tents
of climate refugees and swollen passengers

stymied in the house puzzles like fragile
porch birds tuned to the easy satin
of Mirtha’s sharp cutter’s circle-
demise of the people’s allegiance
like a pawn shop Gettysburg

reproducing piano chords for seizing
and abating stunt tree romance
under a dollar and nickle two fold
with rather quaint trophic needle implants
never alone in this diet of mercy hours

tailors and Japanese journalists participate
in the waking hour for our honored heads,
never so intended to wait mourning long
to intervene, like a bear in the back pew
of a church, sitting in comfort, only observing

some gaze with a curious bypassing thrust
others betray with a sickened see-no-evil might
a few support with funds, weaponry, and jubilance,
relocation and prolonged suffering, rabbits never heard
in doubt and now carnival spokespersons’s shroud
trading lines for the pace of the day’s uneven restless,
the fate of the conscience of humanity rests here

the surprisal of free cow bell stems succor frail hymns
like tyrants of weekend sports in between skin moisture
and trading cards skipping along the windy hills,
that sailor did not pardon herself from the time of rancor
or seedling steeples lambasting cordial growth around
the curb of red stone block building iron anteroom
torpedoes stealing the exhaust from her accordion pulpit