Dew drops Gather in veils Making skirts For coffins. Left in mill shavings Death pulses And trembles At the edge Of gathering clouds. So comes the rain With toxic kisses Asking Earths forgiveness. Birds with acid voices Sing of it. The gardenia Drops her bud offerings To the god of it.
Coffins fill With the black of it.
So comes the rain With shades of death Recycled. In the noon of her day She bloomed in amoeban pools. A cradle for water birds, Their grassy feet keeping time To marsh flutes. Savanna sang her song in the haze Of a sea born day, gulls played At the gateway between nature and man. Todays sun shines on the gateway.