New Covenant Bound

Eden

50 Eden 1. Window lying in the thistle eye that never closed burnt chimney rising above the goldenrod like Christ blessing the children iron hinge in the ashes wings that fell to earth broken teeth of the cemetery fence a sacred harp rusting shadows of the mournful cypress — house you were born in. 2. The sky gives up now goes dark willows in their poorcoats keen quietly by the stream the maples 51 homeless their kingdom of leaves fallen in ruin three crows black prophets lift up from the dirt road ahead black pods of the catalpa hanging like our other lives — stillborn. 52 " Our only sin was being born where we were. And not giving up on a land that often spited us. Our only sin was not having what they thought was enough. And being forced to take what they called help. ...