THE BLOODBANK

THE BLOODBANK

We drove out to the Dunes
over the bloodbank
home of deceased features
embedded in shale.
Hounds smelled the flesh
of old sea monsters.
The earth's shorn data
jeered the war's toll.
Timbers toasted.
The whinny sound
festered on the ramp.
Witches crackled,
sanctified,
triumphed
in the hallowed Hall.
The band murmured
and spat grizzled sausage
on the shoals
of the Danube.
Neon skulls
blinked hours
over the ivory basin.
In the street,flares,
dice,steel eyes,
thirst.
The band strolled
and hummed
around town,
toured the sound stage.
Banjo cords powered
stolen gates,
linked forts,
exported
the dour planet.
Applause.
Hydrogen mouths yelled.
Devious voices
abhored time,
strummed jugular
divestitures.
On Crystal Street,
a vision
of jets departing,
a missile launch,
bombers,
gun metal,
an ambulance
siren
wheels
iron god eyes.
Woodwins
jazz notes burst the cold night air
from someplace warm
why not
some notes flooded
raw
laughed.
Analyses ricocheted
prestigious emblems.
The eaters of night
cast half chewed
galaxies through
the iron gate.



I read the forecast
at the track
of the filly
in the ascendant sky.
Pegasus' passage flashed
above the treetops.
Dark forms whisked
outside the courtyard.
Thirsty phantoms
sliced woodwins
on the bandstage,
swore and chased
the brass sound
of a tuba
echoed
in the red forest.
In the music hall,
banjo cords,
a requiem
of eyeblinks
spattered the estate.
In the forest,
the antecedent glowed
above the circuitous tire treads.



David Stone, USA

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