poem: your wonder begs

Crudder Movie 2 the Girl in pink
shining shimmy in the quatrains
the wetlands rolled back to the times
of plenty, asking forgiveness
granting nothing but tender mercy
Caledonia in the frozen foods
acquaintance asks for little else but
piddly lost fevers
crimes committed in the hearts
stories whispered in the toll booths
of despair, cranking our way home
this was a shadow best left
in the cold, your wonder
begs the question of sovereignty
when the voice cries
to the last tomb
you ask for blessings
crepe myrtle blossoms
migrating down the
Naugahyde chakras, a veiled
reference to the patchy fires
the seeming confessions,
the brown hands of worry
the quicksand devastation
in the cruel stains
you grant not the least
of your enemies. Pink girl
was a prescient one, she
saw the flames converge,
her talents fading
by the sides
of your messianic
glory. Tilt the cross
back homeward, bring down
the dark empires
the fallen angels
castaway intoxicants
minding the beasts
the call into morning's
last
single
crimson
cry.