The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
The Horology of Horrology

To horror is to show up as the unimagined
Unpreparable deluge of conflagrations
Pattern matched to an unseen armageddon 
We raise our covered-blood limbs to feign 
to control to force understanding 
to hew time into manageable mountains
to shiver down our enervated spine
rattling our chattering vertebrae 
recoiling from the ticker tocking
of our temples cracking to the metronomic
beat of aging into an elder world

My fathers told me stories in chosen words
though not the reasons why or how
for he knew instinct would one day scream
and drive our salmonsong the riverlength
round words wedged into symmetrical holes
bedecked by the flowering of a long life
the trajectory of symbols humbly perturbed 
into the unimagined, unpreparable deluge
of heroes slaying the draconian with
blood-covered limbs raised to the heavens
to force to control time into dynasties
of manageable kingdoms shattered by
the enervation of old spines and
the temple offerings of metronomic rituals
that welcome the new birth of next elders.
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