Ghouls

Silences broken by trills
Thumps of the tympanic skins
Hers, stretched taut over His ghouls

scintillating scrambles of everlasting thrushes
Lift Mine spirits and fly in the skies
who took the way of the farer
warblers all

Again and again
He strode and walked, and watched
Waited till the gurgles faded
Streams of ooze ended,  the fluids came alive
coagulating in puddles of wetness

Stroked and taken
                               Soothed and lifted
Slumber came easily that night
For a time
but never again
as the erupting
tingles came alive in all His skeins
Wrapped in the oakridden bark of the tree
krill'd and taken

Measured cadences,
                              March to Ones own sense
Alone or bereft
who knows      who will note
she followed    again
and Yet.