Unlikely Triad

you’ve got an unlikely dusting over your head

three pronged pitchfork, god who thunders under the grass

three of your following like triple shadowed reapers

three teeth sticking out of your cheek nailed to the sky

you’ve got an unlikely dusting over your head

you got crowned with each killing, one prong on the crown for each life

your wife lives under water face takes on a pale blue tint

what do faces say about you alive or dead?

if they’re half buried in the sand on the ocean floor

they spiral faces twisting like starry night paintings

if they’re alive you can’t see it but they’re moving

are they lifeless, what are you seeing under the stars?

I’m putting each foot one in front of the other following

in his three footsteps

in the marks of his three sets of feet

in the backlash of the devil’s spiraling man, man, cat footfalls

I’m putting each foot one in front of the other following

the dock  

there’s a bed growing out of the wooden planks

do you see my hands as they ruffle through the covers?

my hands are looking for you in the linens that night winds kiss

they look for you like the north wind ruffles sound

my hands feel your warmth in the cold of the sea

if you are gone, where have you gone and can I see you?

their shadowed footsteps fall in threes down the bank

triad of steps in the seaweed that flows down the water

tri-philo Greek three-pronged seaweed swaying down

triad of voices telling me the dead are put to rest

their shadowed footsteps rise in threes up the bank

back to your resting place the bed growing out of the wooden dock

your bones and flesh and dripping blood soak the ruffled sheets

will you go rise with me on the chariot bedclothes?

there’s nothing but death and cold in your remains as we go

I beat the horses with reins of blackened stars

there’s nothing in the sky but my chariot and three stars

will you pulse behind my vision in three imprints until I am gone, you devilish triad?