The Rock and Stone Selling Florist

The masonry judge compelled and proclaimed a pretense,
a soldier’s tried arrival – locked in a summary hold –
like a Sunday tutor’s math quiz
where equations are a reluctant order, seldom selfish, but afraid
for drifting memory and the respite of painful shoulders,
trembling with ashen logs an unawakened and bent sleeping quarters
where scope pirates knew better, fabricating the thought
but did not abandon the memory of our excited order, resolute and tried by fire in the dismal
erasure gold nanny persuasions, fired into this reluctant hold
in this we are forever aligned and content, Mother left softly our duty to defend
where the road becomes one with the Mother’d tent and ashened craft denoted bent carousel