Snake.

No More talk of Michelangelo

No More Talk of Michelangelo

Noting your self abdication

Mental fornication

Demanding untoward situation

I dreamt your demise.

No surprise in the satisfaction

Of my dream reaction,

As you tumble down black cliff.

Stiff, wood in effigy

Glee is my refrain

You do not remain

Salient; whole.

Soul black, shattering

At battering by sea.

I see arms, leg, finger,

No linger of your image

Fractions-equations of the self

Your head on shelf of rock.

Mesmerized I do not balk

Staring at your eye stones

Pebbled over living zones.

All those vast unknowns

Bleached, beached bones.

I turn into the wind and go.

There is no more talk of Michelangelo.

© Grapher August 2012 s