Fertility

Deities of flesh and stone
Linger with golden gestures
Beneath the final word,
Spoken with the first voice.

Death smiles after every verse.

The daffodils clambering
Beside the giant rocks
Regret red and white dreams
Of the magenta wind.

Death smiles after every verse.
The arm clamps down on the heart.

Gulls have always flown
Across this wet view,
But only know do they learn
Songs of spotted melancholy.

Death smiles after every verse.
The arm clamps down on the heart
As the wind darkens tomorrow.

Fertility is a mother
Without children; discriminated,
Yet somehow she keeps faith.
Her waists are a chessboard.

Death smiles after every verse.
The arm clamps down on the heart
As the wind darkens tomorrow.
Only the soul feels the cold.

The prayers are tired
Of their reflection
In the rushing clouds
Of black foam and knives.
The altar of the first humanity
Stands alone, waiting
To be destroyed by
The same hands that built it;
Hands concealed by a vagabond night.
A river is re-opened
As one last star fades away.

Death smiles after every verse...