To the braver channel headed west

Ethics is more than a philosophy or religion
degraded clouds of frostbite refuse to rebut Her
all channels like borrowed silver waste liberation
taken to the waters of unaccustomed debris

This dismissed, but much discussed rattle of hearts
did not disassemble traitor cough-ways under the sun
where fixtures of ice and tea gather along green railways
just a stubborn tambourine saddled to a prismatic caution

Songs now for dogs to hear like scrambled warrior tones
disheveled like saints under a failing microwave auction
here comes the weathered patriot for sand pay records
for rather trembling salutes like he owns the place
Chalked to a ribbon wasted as a ring, he drowns
He will not be around for this escaping bonus pay