Friday, January 27, 2012

Pantoum of Brittlemasque

Always the final love abides forever?
Boiling at noon, the essence that entrances
Evaporates as scents, departing ever
Loss upon loss, the heat haze tries its dances

Boiling at noon, the essence that entrances
Departs in clouds whose linings are not shown
Loss upon loss, the heat haze tries its dances
Its lights less silver than your lillied gown

Departs in clouds whose linings are not shown
By dusk the heat departs until the mist
Its lights less silver than your lillied gown
Fills in the empty footprints of our tryst

By dusk the heat departs until the mist
Becomes a backdrop, and the rook's harsh cry
Fills in the empty footprints of our tryst
As wheeling Murders fill the darkened sky

Becomes a backdrop, and the rook's harsh cry
In Brittlemasque the dead may leave their clay
As wheeling Murders fill the darkened sky
And walk the verges at the end of day

In Brittlemasque the dead may leave their clay
Ancestral vault ajar, the tomb agap
And walk the verges at the end of day
For some that means there is no last escape.

Ancestral vault ajar, the tomb agap
Hear now, the clatter of the rising bones
For some that means there is no last escape.
No certain ending, silent under stones

Hear now, the clatter of the rising bones
If only, only, it could come by day
No certain ending, silent under stones
But raised to heaven by the golden ray!

If only, only, it could come as day
Evaporates as scents, departing ever
Be raised to heaven by the golden ray!
Always the final love abides forever.

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