When two of us forget the sounding of the keeper, we all do

I.

When the sun was distracted

soft bird faces kneeling at
the red house moving me
from the hospital bed to
the kitchen table with your
scolding hands fading in

trip wire vehicles chocking
like one recording playing
escapade jeweler hammering
teeth of confessional weights
night under virtue-point hats

II.

Trucks in nickel-strong multicolor

Shoring up the meadows
abandoning the petals
like frostbite in the atrium
of the singing arms in God’s
predisposed, fortified shycare

There were dross frightening
skyscrapers; berating parents
in riot of tracking conquest and
going grey from the attempt,
straight lines cooking the town
overclothed cattled bloody stars
hiding inside a reckless diapason