Delores

I saw a rook

that danced alone

his feathers aired

on funerals pyre.

–

I let its kaah

run through my mind

as jackals laughed

at ones desire.

–

And on a brooch

a silly thing

that gleamed and spoke

and wanted me,

and as a jay

swooped far below

the cannons roared

as traffic flowed.

–

So like the rook

I gently swayed

but saw it fall

and die that day.

Yet from the ash

no phoenix came

just blackened dust

that cast no name.

–

And so the horse,

its regal plume,

on cobbled stones

would carry till

a journeys end,

as gathered clans

would drop their heads

and mask their shame.

–

But no one breaths

and no one moves

they stand in time

bereft of grief.

–

And then the jackal

will slowly turn

and with the Jay

will bid goodbye.…..