A Sonnet in Memory of Small Wings
of black wings settled live on her shoulder,
of memory dark with the night of all
unlived,
I sing a requiem. Tears fall
as some sunsets never do. I saw her
pass by on her little
clouded feet, ev’n
talked, quickly - violently fell, unfurling
voraciously dove into eyes of
burning
copper, alive with a mercy, to leave
my heart un-emptied. To leave me stay whole,
from blooded feet, floundering
a thousand
frozen miles over mountains maw - respite
from the red impaling crush of a soul
Sinking in, sucking bone,
like light
like sand
Into a supernova.
What light! What light!
Part 2, sort of a sonnet.
What tearing joy to be rent asunder
by beautiful passions and noble
Deaths! Oh,
what faulted, perfect love it is
To live! She smiled to me – against my tender
Cheek where I burn deeper than scars recall,
And I blinked, heard her ruffled feathers flutt’r,
Shuttered
to fall, to stir anew and dance
Themselves,
to laugh and weep the way pearls do,
So quiet and blue.
I , grounded albatross
Of broken porcelain pieces, I lay
Blinded, did pray for flight forsaken
, know
She has gone and I have not pained not died
Or lived.
For such un-birthed sorrows of her
Cruel un-colored sort of mercy, I sing.
