A March

Lesson of the day: Syria and Styria. For Syria, read:His conquering banner shook from Syria. And for Styria: Look at this harp of  blood, mapping. Now I am tuned. I am going to go above my voice for the sake of the forest shaken on the bitumen. You can see stars in the skulls, winking, synapses, intermittent, on edge of shriek — perhaps a cluster of fir, birches? — Anyways. Don’t get too hung up on the terms; they have entropy in common, bad for the public weal, those obtuse centurions in the flare of the bougainvillea, their patent-seeking gift kindled. Divers speech. Cruelty. Justice. Never mind, but do pay attention to the skirmish — the white panther that flitters up the pole — its shade grows large on the ground.