lest we bury us

by strannikov

this disc barely spins the jangle of spurs

how long does one revolution take?

does a song begin? jangling bells that bite

they can last long sometimes, even years.

these clocks don't reset they gouge when they sing

mechanical clocks needed chains pulled.

calendars now here with them sings the blood

record those minutes already lost

an older day stretched blood sings to the spurs

with intervening each meaning each

spun with needed force: the drunken spurs gouge

to knead time and to extract life lived

lest we bury us blood screams to the spurs.