More Transmissions from a Scorched Earth

These poems,
Are destruction,

Masking symptoms,
And cocooning ghosts,
The weak perish,
Inheriting ash,

Covering suns,

With blankets,

Draw baths,
With waters waning,

For moons,
Waiting for passage,

Long a transport,
Safely,

Secretly,
And seeking,
Hundreds of years of sleep.

13th

I slept three times,
And had three dreams,
Ov you,

I Crave You Every Day

Drub to line,
Falter and blown,
Like a submarine,
I decay.