The Fallen
The blue folder cascades from lips
That sealed are brought to bear
And released unto fathomless
Shafts of wheatstraw
Where has the fallen shadow
Gone to learn from
The master
Who is licking rock
And spitting embers of fire
I will dance to the last frame
Remember it those steps taken
To another fall
Of grace
So the pattern of hand to mouth
Tools slung over leather pouches
Tongs lit with red coal
Secured in leather countenance
Have brought to bear
Those faults and crevasses
Of logic and despair
Fear has brought me here
To analyze this last cough
Of desire
And memory of passion
And fruit
That laid heavy on your
Limbs
Waiting for the suckling
And touch at dark
While the sheets were
scented with salt and
Movements at dark light
So blue but umber
In the hue
Faint but recollect
This my spring
my loss
