Fieldstone Carver

Spurn the moment.
Foment monumental ours.
Together feathers fly.
Leather hides, plainer than sight
sadder than night at the prospect
of having been gleaned from an
animal's outer shell.
Guilt effervesces
as awareness:
noticing is tragic insufficiency,
magic brews in the cauldron of pain.
Shame bubbles find the nose wanting:
pop one to guarantee
memory ever serves.