Now I Am

there was the cynosure on your sky you, the convergent point of poetry I forgot to learn your all inner eye and failed there to make Buddha tree here, now, I’m to the hackneyed dark a bearded holocaust bawl, I’m to me- a fresh skeleton, A barren bone of ravished love, grey yard of withered diction, the hemlock in dull speech, caged phantom of prose -March 06, 2019 Chattogram