ILL Wind
An ill wind blew down from the Texas
run broke cross  Arkansas
casting  floods  on the  Delta
leaving Death at my door


Kincannon ; the gifted sensitive
stonecutter and carver
Brother to the Guild and son of the Cathedral
leaving no rhyme or reason
placed his tools in their locker
and stepped from his workbench wearing a rope
for a collar

In the dead of  my night
The wind is moist and sticky
and my fire burns low in darkness
 The  mind torments racing  for answers
As the   soul lays  naked  waiting in  hope
yet there is nothing;
nothing
only the rustle of dead leaves
and a scratching of helpless  limb
to  the heart of the house

Jeep Kincannon former Cathedral St. John carver and stonemason (1951-2001)
Austin Texas