SUNSET BURIAL
The trees upheaven filigrane fingers of desireTo touch a ruby-throated cloud-face fannedBy a bronze breath and globous mouth of fire;Beneath, the rigid gravestones stand,Each one a cadaver that cannot close its hand.
The trees upheaven filigrane fingers of desireTo touch a ruby-throated cloud-face fannedBy a bronze breath and globous mouth of fire;Beneath, the rigid gravestones stand,Each one a cadaver that cannot close its hand.
The trees upheaven filigrane fingers of desireTo touch a ruby-throated cloud-face fannedBy a bronze breath and globous mouth of fire;Beneath, the rigid gravestones stand,Each one a cadaver that cannot close its hand.
The trees upheaven filigrane fingers of desire
To touch a ruby-throated cloud-face fanned
By a bronze breath and globous mouth of fire;
Beneath, the rigid gravestones stand,
Each one a cadaver that cannot close its hand.