Two poems


Fire Nocturne

Fire as the eyes of a dark crow

that sits upon a wire

a stygian - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - thread

leading it into the night

Flame watching moths’ wings

burst forth to gold, to light

purer than that of fireflies

lost in the shadows of fire

Creep creep the eye

of mystic fire undecided in color

eating away at the crow, discarding

the undulate black waves & feathers

How you force a retreat

leaving me to sink into

the mire of nameless(ness &

banishment) vespertine veils

Fire for the eyes of a black crow

that flees from its wire—

disintegrating line like lit powder—

its light overtaken by morning

As sand returned by a tide

recovering buried bones conceiving

constellations hiding the

sacred embers of eyes the crumbling eyes