injunction

what does one do               with ruin 

who is ordained                to bring

order to the land              & seasons

to flowering                   i am no king

languishing                    at the border of life &

death                          waiting for          

an elixir of                   bird-song or magic

no bottomless                  wellspring am i  

gladness ready                 to pay off 

tithe collectors               in the morning                 

what does one feed             the furnace

always eager to devour         to shreds 

leashed dogs no less           heartsick 

than those                     without