Kevin John O’Neill
Footprints for Wilding

for the kingdom the power the glory
at padua flourishes match the woodwork

strange songs actively use imperfections
we rant on stone chairs
muster leverage
to the kingdom the hour the only

yellow borders large panel
rose window
david went to it with calamity

flash broken by chance
by riverbed blow her again to me
after the fiefdom the rockets the rain

overshooting downhill copper and lead
talent took it to organization
derided what we do with the wounded
the recurrent song
we sacrifice the weak

we speak when spoken to or hold our tongues