Rosemary
She loved me
Like a thick
Brew
Nothing
Tasted more bitter
Than dark leaves
The earth in it’s kindness
Wells blood
And softness
Even as the lines in the
Road will crack
And sometimes the
Life of the journey
Is the leaves
On your lips
Where
I loves your swollen
Veins
I’ve been thinking
About the end of the

World as sirens
Sway me on my way.