A moth’s remains
Are more
Than stains
Or a pore

On skin
Just Scratching 
To begin
Itching

Moths seek light
And incinerate
Never pretend a bite
But participate

In transubstantiation
Seeking
Eternal initiation
Whilst dying

A descent
Into history
And accent
Becomes mystery

The sound of language
Is old
A bandage
To unfold

Did Franklin
Speak hoity limey
Or like a printer’s press spin
Blurt oi blimey

And did George
Giving cavalry orders
At Valley Forge
Cross linguistic waters

Where was Nipper
To record these guys
Becoming hipper
And accents despise

I like to consider
That conversations 
Once were wider
More like interpretations

Yes well 
Sell death
Then
Praise
Not the lord
But
Ignore the horde
Never lost
In anger
Move forward
Never take power
Rusty sword
Bloody shower
Praise the coward

Claw marks
And an anchor
Park sparks
Can it be rancor

Dividing a debate
Who is jolting
Dare negate
My scalp molting

A break
Give me
Then take
Me free

Stop anger
Drain shame
Some singer
Make it tame

Frank is the Noam
Of song
As Noam
Set words to belong

Where sound
And meaning
Became profound
Echos of dreaming

Talking magically
In deep structure
Singing ecstatically
Of bio-rapture

Both experience
The two faced mirror
Science
Plus lore

The cat
Is fat
But didn't do that

Sinatra sings
Of things
When life springs

Senility
An ability
Facing incredulity

I dine
Cuisine
Green

Guiltless
Unless
I confess

The past
Can’t last
As repast

Mozart rings
A bird flings
A challenge
That stings
Beating wings

And rearrange
How strange
The bird sings
Over the derange
Of an orange

So the suite
Ends so neat
With Prokofiev
Sitting to eat
Chicken feet