- White Buffalo - Poem by Joe Muschaweck

*- Buffalo New York,11/22/14 - *


White.
A Soft, Fluffy, Funneling, Hell.
She,
Has Frozen My Pretty, Concrete Veins.
Light;
Aloft Feral, Emerging Tunnels.
I Am,
An Exo-Skeleton City, Bourn; Seven Feet Of Remains.

White.
A Feathery, Rapacious Fetter, Chaining Change Within My Entrails.
She,
Bares Breathlessly, Between My Cackling, Brackish Lungs.
Light,
Now Strikes Vines, Amid A Chaotic Concrete Jungle.
I Am,
Dependent Entirely Upon Whether, The White Shall Deepen.

Tonight,
Soothes My Wounds, Sounding Sirens Within Clattering Bellows.
She.
Amassed, Her Barren Moonstruck Pulse, A Beautiful Blender Of Relentless Shadows.

They;
Begin Again.
I;
Begot New Life.

They Are;
My Children.
I Am,
Because Of Them.


~MoJoe