Bleak winter shades... crows in the trees
beak-gnashing, rasping (caw-
caw, hawk-hawk). Low
Earth, rotund silentium (dregs, lees).
Stillness of still-life – Brown Decades
(hoist Peto). The Just Man
imago is just a man –
barely there, through simple glades
of green. Mirror Lakes liked him,
in Mendelssohn. Only
an infinitely gently-shivery
Rabbi, Hiawatha Honeybear – bro Jim,
our lunky logos (penny-loafing).
Who bears it all, past
He- or She-Cat’s paste-
up Geryon-masque (a scary nothing).
This maze contains a minor tear.
& through a crevice there
one Ariadne hair
leads you to almond-gold rain-bear.
Earth seethes with ziggurats of fraud
& blind men lash themselves
to violence (selva
oscura mitts gorilla code);
but it shall not be so with thee.
Bunny hikes one eye
& looks for wheeling Eli
to come by (benevolent memory).