Feral Daybreak

[brynmawr1]

Sunrise waits for the nameless
their fire subsides to trembling embers   subsiding
breathing softly in a fatal breeze.

The nameless have everything to say
as though speech were salvation, speech as slavation   
and heaven a fire of imprecations

against silence, twice told, implacable.
They bark into the north wind,
hewn voices of alarm cut lengthwise   voices hewn

to build a wall against the unnameable.    unnamed
Maledictions fill the void of their sainthood
with the carelessness of wanton touch.

Inside their invisible identities
they swarm with meanings that scar   to
their faces to repel each definition

and lay down with the lion of morning.

Hey,
sorry took so long to comment.  Made some suggestions above.  I like your freeform result.
bryn