And I Was All Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Not in here
the carbon field

Somewhere though
perhaps in mind

Upon a yielding
of the heart

A verticality
of trees

Roughly-hewn bark
Nature sculptured

She gnarled up my innards
creeping
at the crawlies

I render

COLD

And so my heart
and I became the air
of night

Wrought from pain
we yawn out!
borne of brutal evolution

As wind wrestled
‘gainst her pangs of death

Our paucity of stars
waned

Gave to waxing of the
white-yellow-silver-mellow

MOON

Smoothing out a path
along the satin black

And I was all

For I was air

And all of clear chill

Hung

Still