The Boundaries of Our Lives

As the six o’clock

Glockenspiel

Announces the

Coming of the day

 

With yesterday’s

Words now rested

And silent beneath

Their own six feet

 

It is no longer

The same

In the passing

Of a fractured dream

 

That hurried away

Lest dawn

Catch it

Napping

 

The nightshade birds

Pick at the ribs

Of the Viking ship

Adrift on the sands

 

In the blackened

Timbres

Used to toast

His final stand

 

And the music of his passing

Hangs haunting in the wind

Of the unspoken words

Which mark

 

………the boundaries of our lives