henry 7. reneau, jr.

1.) a recurring thought, beautiful as the temptation of sin, like an animal thought dead suddenly scrabbling to its feet 2.) the sound of unforgettable pain, breathing underwater, like shoes without owners strung from power lines 3.) a hole fallen into, like debt, burying our lives by inches of longing for status & things 4.) a waning moon drawing last breath above cold steel lines, a rail-bed frozen with ice, but the train engine in the distance keeping good time—as in, even old men with broken teeth need love 5.) resistance we are shaped against, as in, a strength that cannot be measured

 protest – henry 7 reneau

henry 7. reneau, jr. writes words in fire to wake the world ablaze, & illuminated by courage, that empathizes with all the awful moments: a freight train bearing down with warning that blazes from the heart, like a chambered bullet exploding inadvertently.

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