02-16-2015, 06:03 AM
Out of chaos the shameless gather
around death, take over neglected ground
and vanish as smoke, flashing
small exit signs, squatting above altars.
The leaden trumpet never sounds
in league with the light unknown.
In New York those twin towers showed
faded caves, temporary shadows.
Yesterday deprivation arrived, diffident,
inclusive in its slow pace, out of vertical
red nights into the dark precise day
but indifference remains and marks everything,
the turn of a spade and those who turn it.
Definitely we all die. But mostly as memory.
around death, take over neglected ground
and vanish as smoke, flashing
small exit signs, squatting above altars.
The leaden trumpet never sounds
in league with the light unknown.
In New York those twin towers showed
faded caves, temporary shadows.
Yesterday deprivation arrived, diffident,
inclusive in its slow pace, out of vertical
red nights into the dark precise day
but indifference remains and marks everything,
the turn of a spade and those who turn it.
Definitely we all die. But mostly as memory.