Anchoret

Glomes fall devoicing—
sparse roots exposed

this winter dawn
have no place to hasp

    Launched into motion
from lack begetting lack

    Folds wrenched apart
lock         My sole help

foreshorten occluded
lateral leers        Still

    The old life
creeps        Bars block

the strale         Iron on lime
alight the doom stone        

    My relief
from they who mock

but never steal
    My steer