After Dusk
Roy Lazarus
18 July 2009, 20:22The tree: crown of gold and buff
On the bark of a green king
That yet will not bow to the still wind.
The stars: little uncrushed grapes
strewn here and there
In the cloudy wine of the aged sea.
The sun: a yellowing of the fringes
seeping in like an unwanted smudge
over the parchment of hesitating landscape.
The moon: a pewter spindle
abandoned carelessly
over the soft fabric of frozen water.
The crow: a solitary streak
hanging precariously
over your silent form.
And you: agave worm inside the bottle of mezcal
deceptively reflective,
drowned in the liquor of your surroundings.
Immortality is forever yours;
And death too, for sure.
