It was White
A white ... A white ... I’m dreaming of a curtain of snow
falling from her shoulders.
Snow crackling against the window. Snow shredded
with gunfire. Red sky.
Aubade with Burning City
There lay war. Tyranny’s serial
Killer... heat abroad
The moon was white
Degrees of yellow
White lines laced with bliss ... much ado without implication
He ate the meat as if
A canine without teeth ... and she
tossed her smile carelessly
She held a sparrow in the palm of her gentle
White... and trembling hand...
White and trembling
She ate a plum and let the juices run...
Ran down her chin upturned ...
run down it
And dripped red juices to the floor....
Let it drip and he lapped like a dog
As on airways nostalgia comforted
On all fours he licked red drops
And once over
He would forever be.
Reduced to that taste....
And in torture....
his mind in torture
Wind whips the sparrow lost...
she mourns her seat
Of an un gloved
Pearl white hand
Un gloved and so delicate there....
The morning makes it hard to build a nest