Light Green

Deus Absconditus --“Book of Isaiah”

Should I presume the green night, light

From that long drag of smoke, uprising

Pale pealing and superimposing

Against backways, be so miserly?

Should I presume this to be your wake

Where your Latin, German, Greek, migrate

Komm naher, post mortem

To append a eulogy for you?

It was a cruel month

I was 13, wearing light green

Standing over your coffer

Hellgrün fading

Your face, crustulum

Your lipstick a bubblegum pink

Your chest a lapis cement, hard

You were wearing white with tiny

Purple daisies

Where the fog hugged you and

Climbed, I kneeled

I spoke komm zu naher fog, come near

Against my grief the sirens sang

I lied my head against the fog,

Wo bist du? Why, all this

Inaccessible light?

Yaya!

Hovering over your block like chest,

I inhaled

Eliot you were right

Longing

Laid

A wasteland