And It Is The Blues

It is obligation, and it is tension.
And it is the blues.

It is estranged, and it is entangling.
And it is an old family.

To have done the entrenchment as
safety…
To have done anything as a safety…

Let the hoax-swaddled preach,
and let footfalls follow

in firming belief that it is the blues,
and that is a blues, too.

Luther, Aaron, Paul, Spenser; the
nameless multitudes

of the loving dawn.

A terse summation adores her breast-
clutched scroll,

printed as hues of a rosy source.