Arrows that Murder Sleep

James D. Casey IV

I invoke the purified.
A bird with baptized wings.
Son of princes and kings.
Wilt thou come?

Upon a grey mantle,
from the tops of trees,
he cries.

Blessing every treasure,
better far than praise of men.

Eyes, flashing, against the
fine edge of science.
He will tell their number.
He will sing their song.
The heart of him
loved and wrung.

Fierce is the wind
Roaring like flame,
the music of the forest
its chorus.

Arrows that murder sleep.
Sweeter than this song was
his speech.

His voice is riches,

A gift
like a great lake of ale
for the king of kings.

James D. Casey IV is the author of six full-length collections of poetry, founder and editor-in-chief of Cajun Mutt Press, and extensively published by small press venues and literary magazines internationally. He is a southern poet with roots in Louisiana & Mississippi, currently residing in Illinois with his Beautiful Muse, their retarded dog, and two black cats.

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