clumsily tumbling
like tumblers
or something-or-others
the labourers bundling
rafters and awnings
laughing
one another
longing
the buzzing of ochres
and umbers
a jungle of mumblers
the sufferers
of buzz saw lobotomies
are teething no longer
such wealth
and redemption
resurrection through
metamorphosis
assembled and suspending epicentred
in a splendour of slenderly wound timber
I wonder
the spiralling staircase is an extension
of the heavens
signed by someone-or-other
that humble carpenter
anonymous and unfunded they say
and remembered as an angel
undercover
with a hammer of mahogany
Next: Midnight Blue
-seems my find function didn't highlight midnight blue as a duplicate. Alternatively use blood burgundy if desired.