from sequestered skies
our gifts of incendiary desire
present themselves
your splayed onceness
in obeisance
prayers to gardens
growing back a scorched inheritance
blood and bone imperialism
old photos in agent’s flame
Sunday roast
we fly unidentified
in case your cremated hands
invite us in to sing
the old anthems
From Walking Through Fences ASM & Cerberus 2018
James Walton Poetry 