Poem #60
My last day on Earth is a sunflower,
Named for a star but heavy-headed the
Sojourner ingrains its countless spidered eyes
To loam and its punctuate dead chrysalised,
Sagging between eternity and the
Promise of life when darkness prevails;
A candlewick to a furnace; a limb
That begs to hold its mother’s face only
To falter at its Father’s great oven,
Incinerated as seedling becomes
Those first infant steps into adulthood:
Yellow time pealing from crushed cheekbones.
- Malb 09/07/2011 02:12
