You shut out cities
To orate on The Swan and
Andromache’s fall
To the Euphrates’ dry bed
Until the gales cease
You rest on corners
A cross-section of love, then
A theorem of god
Splitting lily stems like twelve
Atoms of grief
You claim to have gone
Without rain for fourteen years
Yet we all saw you
Drenched, wringing with more loose streams
Than I’ll ever see.
carly eloise said,
June 6, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Very beautiful and haunting.As I read it I can almost hear Kate bush ring through my ears and sting my eyes.Again,another verry impressive piece.