I’m going to dig a hole
when the snow is gone and the chill evaporates
just so wide and just so deep
and lie in there on damp earth
wrapped in the skins of murdered dreams
I’ll look up at impossible stars
with breath starved gaze in the darkening sky
just an image in the box
the camera obscura of the soil
and the decay of fallen leaves like a cloak
I’ll lay me down in that fictile vault
protected there from daily agonies
in infinite hibernation and you can throw
dead flowers my way from time to time
unremitted advice for the fallen
In that timeless space of earthen disguise
I will read letters unsent and hear the faint sound
of the music I wrote in the crashing surrender
to the adumbrated obscurity
of inconsequential irrelevance
When the snow is gone and the chill evaporates
with breath starved gaze and sightless eyes
in infinite hibernation where you can throw
the occasional remembrance
as if of some tedious memento
