Crimson sheen considers an orb of golden beaming
upon its dust-flecked surface;
Ropy drippings welcomed into its totality, save for the tails
plucked by a soft breeze.
*****, ivory half-arches splotched with blackened patterns
cast their slivered shadows onto the pooling;
Raggedly are they covered by dried out leather slightly caved-in
from the weight of those this gift has come to nourish.