my feet unreckoning

I lay unmoving yet, below the grim dark sky
beyond the grove of oaks where hangmen’s crimes took place
cold goose bumps shimmer wayward on my naked spine
once more I hear the cry, lamenting death to come

my breathing fast, I fell in fear from earth to hell
my feet unreckoning, would not propel me forth
the beast bound at my throat, his hateful fangs blood-stained
I froze with fright, and uttered but a silent shriek

I woke all crazed, my mind did wander suddenly
aware of pending crisis, moonlight shone in white
or ‘twas the lamp-lit street from shaded window sills
that shadowed black? cold sweat laid bare my ghastly dreams



my feet unreckoning
[2007.7.1…e]
Written in the Grossblank form: unrhyming iambic hexamter