The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Logical

Simple the mind that engraves the crown
with laws and orders though it persists
past scorpion nails bleeding and the
apostasy of well-crafted minions who
cry foul at every corner while wearing
your robes and speaking with sceptered vocatives,
every word a gently given name allowed to
evolve from childish guttural to silken
knowing-eyed flourishes on pedestals that
grew out of a taproot of negations now
blossoming with the commingling of hair
and mycelium carpeting the garden floor
with an unapologetical instinct to celebrate
in the fullness of the jubilee and other
temporal kindnesses bestowed with forehead-
kissing finger bending to the aggressive
laughter of children shrieking with delight
this mark leaves the ashen glyph of blessed name
passed down as treasured-jewel-inheritance
by lives well lived in harmonic balance plucked
fervently with acceptance, the giving up of
our vocalizations to the ever-and-ever-hymn

Yet when ceremony strikes and robes are torn
before the erection of rotten wood atrocities
lips held tight by downturned thumbs filled
with hammers and sickles reaping the unsown
a single word can echo around the spill of
those gropingly grammared with flagrant artifice.

Such a word adorned in the metamorphosis of
an approaching audience bends its knee to 
momentary need and the calculation of starving
minds, lending sips of milky meaning to
parched proclamations desperately uttered
forgiven with honeyed eyes reaching
to untwist the hobo from his railroad tie
and follow his wounded exudations of serpent
breath with the cool damp sponginess of
hovering syllables reflecting the Allfather's
silence
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