Fall From Viol Strings

Milwaukee, WI – Associated Press. Each year a new harmonic stabbing occurs on 11th and Eugenic. Those two streets that some say appear only once a year, each time covered in flooded blood that those self-same people say is derived from humans. Yet no one seems to know where the sheep come from. This journalist has decided today not to talk of the harmonic stabbings but of the sheep that stampede each March on 11th and Eugenic:
     Grey tears fall from vile strings tied to legs that bleat like the milling sheep below
     them.
     No one wants tainted wool yet we are all wearing it, blinded by those tears,
     methinks.
     But how can we know that we are blinded by tears?
     Methinks we sleep
          until March when 11th and Eugenic lights up with those un-dyed wool
          bearers.  Those
               wolves that are not woolfs.


     Or do we wake and find our clothes missing, stolen by some relatively unseen
               hand that comes around during March: tax-free.

Words are so important.

Without them we are wool bearers

for those with

words in their teeth.

Words are blown-out eye socket springblossoms------>

                                                                                                                           inedible, mind you.

Those that know of 11th and Eugenic know of Death. That Death that appears as words but exists like sheep
                                                    /
                                                     looking for a shepherd
                                                                                                    .