Pillars of My Landscape

    
Pillars of my landscape.
     Urge and nudge me back
     slowly to pain.

     Now bursting burnished bronze,
     ringed with ravaged red,
     slow torment as
     now insinuating
     now thrusting
     mute memory sharpened.

     Supine wonders
     curled in grotesque twisted glory,
     Pillars of my landscape;
     warped willows droop
     drenched in brackish backwaters,
     pencil sharp
     leaden weight,
     Pillars of my landscape
     there is no escape.