(9th Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
(8th Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
(7th Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
(6th Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
(5th Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
(4th Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
(3rd Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
(2nd Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
(1st Holler Turn of Month.) Stamp vade mecum lay half-done, pages dying of thirst for an utter whom never returned. Upon ash bled words: phoenix clawed at a circle scorched into itself. Merely the bovine tear down of soaring and loss. Until a day the flame shattered strange, thus corpse solemnized yearn. Barring in the brittle marrow of that secluded lore, cinder croaked prophecy unto the deaf bones of dusk.
Here, The Eternal Pyre—A hallowed rift where the brute sorrow spun like a spear. Before the month stirred, before the tome clawed free. The stillness was a dirge, a little scribe to the phoenix’s wrath, and the flare that would tear those nights apart.
Withered to anthracite, they exposed–not with chimneys, but with bastilles changed in dream. Yet, never did they enflame to match nemesis: mounted against it, feral and fevered. Their inferno were exhausted for “Us.” No rhythm held them.
🌙THE ANCESTRY OF CLAN. ✻ Chris Hemsworth (August 11, 1983)
