Logos

[Philatone]

hey leanne!
just wanted to share my two cents

In this new mythology, grace is bound here in god’s pocketbook pasture.. I was wondering how necessary "in this new mythology" and "here" were
like the unknown soldier sinks into stone. There are echoes..may be reading it wrong. is it missing a "how" or an "-ing" on sink?
that have forgotten the first shout, but bounce across entropy ..like the bit on "echoes"
in ever-diminishing consequence. And there is flesh. ..religious. word with the echo and flesh. like how the "flesh" literally seals off the stanza

It oozes across the skeleton with vile consumption, swallowing souls .."oozes", for this poem, just carried the wrong tone for me, but that is rather biased on my end. i do like the description of flesh "swallowing souls"
and storing them belly-ward to await the acid of time. They settle with the stones .."acid of time" is wonderful
of cherries long since picked, made smooth by abrasive virtue. Carbon-anchored,
it is their dream to suffocate.

Men grey to oblivion while their tongues taste black and white. ..nice, natural alliteration. like the part on "tasting" the colors
Housed under stone, words are sentenced ..great on so many levels, so meta!
and execute themselves.
In the cloth of theatre, the puppets are oblivious to strings
and dance on… dance on…

There are no curtains here, only blinds.

'fraid I did get a little lost in the last 3 lines. hope this is helpful!