Slate

The licking furnace flames
blackens bones and shrivel veins
the strongest of the pickling tactics
Salted sulfur will preserve these ashes

Hollow marrow, mirrors decay
while the water glazed feather tips
entice the flight, but blur the eyes
While spiders wrap you with intestines

Avid will be your search, egg shells your find
magistrate forgive this card, i was so blind
this Jack will not meet Jill
Hansel will bake while Gretel Flees

My life as a cornstalk will cease to grow
as I'm buttered over a thanksgiving prayer
chalk board romance leaves its imprint
No longer will dust be the build of these bars