My lips,
Listless letters without ledgers
Lie—
Loom—
Languish in light of eyes
That hang like Neptune,
Or fall like the Moon
Away.
Still, I remember
The yellow dogwood blossoms,
And what they told us.
Years later we died
Separately, together,
As drops in puddles.
Jupiter followed,
Dipping beneath the Sun’s light
With nothing but fear,
And Cytherea,
Boiling beneath her mask,
Fell into Hermes
While our children watched
With horror from their homes...
And Olympos sank into the sky.