I feel good about the last stanza, but I could probably use some help with the first half.
[knitting nature .... not sold on the title yet]
A dull copper bar flows between
The dazzling man in the dress
And the runaway barmaid
He and his kind wife
With matching patience and hairstyles
Shyly watch the demons from the bank.
The maid pours mindless wishes
Through hair tangled and tired
Envying the wife's eyes
Filled with the milky warmth
Of babies and a husband.
Gravity lures dimming stars to a fold in the river,
Where Hell breathes his metallic liquor,
Knitting new law from sharpened nightmare,
To swallow nature in a sack,
And dress the meadow in pink.
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