for James Wright

The ashes that I rubbed into my eyes
are long gone now, look
the standing man identified,
swallowed by a desolate forest.

Who can save the suicide
from drowning in an oasis
those without fire and trapped
in an endless galaxy?

1 comment:

thorngrubber said...

this poem has a refrain from
'brighter eyes' (unpublished).
~for james wright