June 29th, 1886 (2021)
On the warmest night of summer’s June
In the graveyard by the sailor’s dock
Under the pale struck light of the blue moon
over a sepulchre stands a nighthawk.
With an instrument cocooned in its hands,
And its face dug into the dirt,
the stone tooth embarks the land,
tears out the bustle of a skirt.
Feathers from Birds of Paradise
Scattered on a veil laced with string.
Between the grains, a finger of ice
Bound only by a wedding ring.
And the shadow kneels to the bride
And plants a kiss to lay his life.
Lady of Death (2021)
There once was a ‘Lady of Death’,
Made all drink from waters of Lethe;
Their worries and fears
All but disappeared,
Right down to their very last breath!