The see drained Selene temple

Helios is crying with sandbags under his instructive eyes
like tire irons drawn out to the sound of docile instruments

measures of low calorie wheat tackle the diminutive sealing forest
never knowing the paralytical analysis of weathered ligament tracked favoritism
much like the father’s freighter in sand and solitude that meted out dust chimes

and at home we cry with Sarah’s children dotting in a turf war of furnished pots
cello habitat cells and corner store mats finishing each other’s tidal equations

lunar notes of scholia where tables were set to relive the marriage ceremony
no desire for presence or gratitude nor fixture placed a tension in the orbit
Sarah died knowing her children would be a song for mere hope in loss and fold
there was nothing we could do to escape the compounding tragedy approaching
no justice in the circle of brother hymns that gather for love’s misplaced craters

never attempt to scorn a neighbor with an ailing tufted rejoiner acting on interest
the seeds of the moon do not pacify the birds of the Earth cajoling heaven’s entrails