Moving Through the Marrow – James D. Casey IV

February 20, 2019

black crow sitting
on a
black dog standing
in the
razor sharp rain

no one knows knowledge
until they bleed

cold hearts
cold bars
prisoners
of our own minds

maybe dreams
are where we belong
where infinite possibilities
roam free

moving through the marrow

lay it all down
at the devil’s feet

place a rose
in an angel’s teeth

unless
there’s nothing
below
and nothing
above

only dreams
and crows
and dogs
and rain