far from the cavalry clash —
the gnash, the naked rage,
steel fangs on flesh
shredding bloodlines
in storms of ecstasy
[eye
reside
here]
far from the panicking crowd —
their calls to break the hands of Time,
to crush Her bones
in mortars of moon ash
for seeming elixirs
[eye
reside
here]
far from hauntings past —
the ghosts
reborn
in school halls,
the wraiths who serenade on train tracks,
who promise peace
off cliffs