VI.

As the hand moves across the face
there is the dispersion of visible
objects; some weight tantalizes
the spirits quest to fly to further
worlds. Where are the signals sent
to heal the grieving heart? There is
one man who has lost his love for the
brilliant time and concentrates his
weary mind on secrets of women.
Spearmen laugh along the beach when
the comrade goes mad and rips his
clothes, holding his erection, as
he threatens the gods. Out of the
core of the earth springs a shadow;
wafer-thin, cast by men who died
before the earth began. They rise to
warn the living that death is eternally
real; an endless cycle, an endless exertion.