[Quiet Man Cometh]

Death's Footman

Dressed in feathers and black tar
High-collared grandeur
But dour
Around fine red
A bloodless head
A thin skin shroud over skull
Long hanging down
With patient weight

MH




Well...now that I type that out I'm not too happy with it. Need to add some things.

And then there is this one:

"Blue Flowers"

By the train tracks
Reminds me
Of another
Derailed train; a corpse
Iced over in torpor.

And the flowers lift
The rail car
In their own time,

The flowers that grow
By the ragged roadside
A constant everywhere.

MH


That last line needs work. Not sure how to work out "everywhere" as a noun, or noun-sort-of-thing...thing.