#300

#300
by Kieran Borsden
The cherub perched south
of the facing dream –
(loneliest in light-less
paths tilted back) upon
cut stones
– stalwart through
inked woodwork (concrete –
Icarus wild in fluent
feathered descent; first)
of the mason’s true
blessings lost (submerged –
nebulous memory
throughout) forgotten playtime
wandering (concave
streets) skeletal city
landscape;
waits to resonate
sprung from an epitaph.