Sexton
The
joint
has a
form that met
at the seam with no
leak on a street where we all look
for mercy but found none left there in our father's arms
again, as he invented a world in which we had conflict we could not end or mend
through endless chemistry and invention for death like he forgot how to live or create lives even when depicted as a God pointing
from a sky in the places we observed his architectural follies and foibles
where mercy from the lodestone's measure was simply not
provided and cornerstone judged
as finished serving
anyone,
ever
there
now.
