Sing Dirges to the Dust
Dust floats through voids, so stars
sing dirges to the dust.
Cords that once strung up night
on blank banners sing
night's waking birth on
star's backs. A single chord
sings not quite out of tune. This chord
on smack, on crack, the breath of a star
stars at this concerto, high on
night-waking dreams. Lazy calloused bones dust
chords across the fretboard and lives sing.
Dusty, in the backroom rests dreaming night--
on and under used, this night,
night abandoned, strikes the dissonant chord
dust bellowing up, spreading out to sing
chords multiple, uniform, monolithic, bigger than a universal host of sun-stars.
Stars become we, we become dust,
singing the pantheon of the past and future forever on.
Sing dirges to the dust;
Stars at this concerto, high on
night abandoned, strike the dissonant sound.
© 2014 Lex Vex
No comments:
Post a Comment