A Soul Dying

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