Rattle cup, spill the bones.
Ribs read—digits deciphered.
Ossified missives in the living's leftovers.
Who's to blame for temptation tasted?
Web of wasted want, plaiting
words in dusty primers, dark closets,
lost battles.
Joshua, don't damn the demand—what was taken touches superstition, speaks to suspicion, trembles stones
thrown for the cleromants.
The righteous practice idolatry behind clever curtains.
Nevermind the others; gods choose those
who choose themselves.
CZYTASZ
Poems for Peculiar Children
PoezjaThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!
