Least Read Narrative Poems

a sunken
bulldozer
covered
by the Northwest

a fossil
symptom
of man between
Swan Lake and  
Kreger Lake  
 
between pterodactyls  
and annihilation  
 
it disappeared  
in a manner  
of intervals  
 
by the sunfeather  
and moonroll
 
by Mount Tambora  
of the year  
without summer  
 
by the tsunamis  
of elephants  
running to peak  
as an alarm  
 
by the robin bleary  
owl dives  
 
by the...

Bugs are attracted
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words  
  
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies  
of grass scribbled, a proclamation  
of make me more. Pollinate  
   
these thoughtwords and brush them off before  

the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
  
the page isn’t for the owl but for these  
   
who pass it on it on; this it  
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles  
what came before bottled within another  
   
and...

(Hush, hush—do not call,)
(Hush, hush—do not fall,)
(Still your breath, still your step,)
(Lest they wake and take you yet.)

They who carved the sky from ink,
Set the sun and stars to sink,
Spun the thread and wove the lines,
Wrote the names and shaped the words.

(Hush, hush—do not gaze,)
(Hush, hush—shun their praise,)
(Turn your eyes, bow your head,)
(Tread too close, you’ll join the dead.)

Words unspoken, worlds unseen,
Maps erased and hands wiped clean,
They who build and they who rend,
Minds...