A SOUL DYING

Written by: George Zamalea

The valley of Rainbow Border Dahlias

It is calmed tonight. The voices of people

Once upset and decorative given the nature

The best of Calla Lilies' funeral

While the moon pallid and pregnant

Is blazing around the horizon and flowing over fat clouds.

Across the street where that happened

Stella d'Oro Daylilies her name has been written

With candle lights: A teenage had died.

A sweet soul, a local reporter has said.

A figure of her stands up. With accusatory finger

To the vast God leaving nothing to be

Confused with! He killed me!


On the streets, they can see only cats and filthy dogs.

They are injecting and relating. They are out

In host hunting butterflies whose smell

Spread over the last earth's life.


Look! That is the girl. She’s painless with a sense of lost

Using her tropical ability to remember you and I

She cannot be alone. She seems to communicate

With rotten organism or the simplicity

That perturbs and penetrates the quietness of a bee.



San Fernando Valley, May 12, 1990