By Hudson Saffell


Twilight’s last dreaming


The traveler’s palm sags

And the flag at half mast


Sutures removed like yellow ribbons

And hell-bent uniforms


Creature of moon and star

Forever sealed in infamous askance


Invade this slumber

Infest this land

Of misled endeavors


The leavers

Lie independent

As branches snap and fall

Painted with the sap of junipers


Winter has not begun

Yet we are cold

And the barrels still hot