“Whispering Brand” by Ron Koppelberger

Wicked decrees in ash and blackened lace sash,
Desolate by empty measures of chance and fate,
In deserts of naught and the tempests of
Wild diversion, by dry cactus thorn and bones in dusty array,
Falling in thrall of stony hearts and cool eyed
Stores, a prayer amidst the fury of stumbling
Deliriums in scarlet, in wounded reach, the gulping precipice
Of what becomes a need for love and embracing passion, unto the sun
And the stars in quiet revolutions of longing,
By hearts trod, by silent survival and
Whispering brand.