Thrutch

Ancestors volunteer their minds Template assessment of brittle temples Broken fringe starts to dominate Thick slabs of rotten time dry out Under the fierce solar temperatures Cool water of the couloirs Turns to glowing residue A stream of steam to clean the ravine An infernal gully steady in flux An eternal secretion, emission of pain With wisdom to gain, to drain decision From the layers within the tomb Resume to grasp such yielding frost Once the hidden thaw renders its dismay