By the river,
Trees are bent toward the city
Broken, torn by the wind, stripping away
Makes trembling naked
Shuddering, shrinking back from
Bright rushing cold.
Nature fearing her own cruelty
Reaches for strange, foreign shelters
Kept warm by her burning entrails.
Who will stand up?
Raise their eyes
To go with the trees
Letting the wind crush away warmth,
Tear away colors
of blood, of gold
now strewn and
left for rot:
Reaches not merely those with mouths.
The sun perches desperate,
Clings rakishly to the horizon.
Desolation extends its hand,
We are torn and buried
Half the world watches, jeering.
But soon, our hearing will fade
The image of your lips half-parted darken,
Your fingers draw through my hair
and fall away,
The blood-red leaves go swirling into ice.
Pressed to you
is all my forgetting,
Fading into brilliance.
Gaping wounds staunched
Filled, bursting with fresh blood.
As evening goes down to the water
As light slinks from the windows
As summer's devastation shrinks before the frost,
Your eyelids are drifting closed
on a former life,
Lashes brush away tears long frozen
hovering across the years
fragile and persistent
A shroud of mist
that numbed fingers and lips
Now touched, goes fleeing disowned
Into a future once dreamt,
In all its wretched glory.
I have known darkness,
But not this darkness.
For this one shimmers,
and my heart races to know and understand
How tiny things have immense shadows
How a single rose petal enfolds my entire body
in sweet silk, and
Why the oceans recede
When you open my wounded hands.
This room, stifling cube, is
Collapsing, bursting explosive
Arms outstretched in abject wonder,
My lungs inhale the long-absent breath.
Ash and cinder washed away,
I scrape the decay from my face
As brick and cement are
Cast into the sky,
Fall screaming into the sea.
Hair aflame, the sun scorches my skin
Newly exposed after years of
Burial and frozen mud.
I lift my eyes
And the future fills the empty fields
New buds burst where before leaves bled
The sap is rising in the forest, in me
And the coarse tundra catches
Soft and damp my feet
Running, flying through the bright dawn.
The ruins are cracking
The remainders, sinking in the salt
I look back, and all around
My heartbeat rushes,
As my fingers learn to touch
and my throat, to sing.
Behold: the screaming red air
"All is made new."