Lake Fogged Silver

by Chad Bennett

[Ten discrete lines: four repeated]

There where life cleaves I woke against the grain

Hounding each dark lead through to air so queer

(For now into thick the straight ways had wandered) 

And in that blackest wood sometimes would find 

A lake fogged silver by daybreak’s breath. 

Can I tell you what it was finally like? 

There where life cleaves I woke against the grain 

And in that blackest wood sometimes would find 

Words half-worried into chewmarked worlds, 

Hounding each dark lead through to air so queer 

Until how I came here I could not say. 

“You’ve had your fun”: how it always begins 

(For now into thick the straight ways had wandered) 

Trailing sky with a stink of blood on its lips.