The Changing Land album cover

when we’re gone
no record of what we said
to the distant dying stars
we’re already dead
i want a damsel
to un-distress
i want to face the foaming
hungry demon horde
it’s funny when the pawns
think they run the game
it’s laughably naive when they
give each other names
there's a hound in the moonlight
aware of my blood
a skeletal crew
on the dark rising flood
the stench of entrails follows me
the soot of burning bones
in the fabric of my robe
pulled from the warmth of my mother
sought to breathe was taught how to smother
every day
the ground shifts below me
every hour
another fire blooms

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Chokes and Warbles
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Chokes and Warbles, a collection of essays and poems by Michael Channing