Psalms of Anger: Part II

wooden gates reach round
back end of the barn

I met steely horse eyes
dark in the twilight

his snort sounded big
like a furnace billow

inside the barn I lit a lantern
(momma never brought electricity

out there)

and then I scrawled
in a leather-bound journal

I wrote inane gibberish
imagining syllables
people dancing in a play

the more language broke down
more I saw violence

rivulets seared their fate
as the consonants harshened

asked coarsely

viscus voices

vorpal cranes

clipped askewn

skk vsk

chk chk

[...]

their deaths abstract
lost in the inutterable

guttural mess