Psychic Remains

see this happen one night, a night as white as a phosphorus star left her (and all of us) blind beggars with holes in our clinking tin cups an awful bluebeard a redblooded villain was to charcoal blame said this cautionary tale that stirred in the fireplace for one full calendar page the bellows of heartache keep pumping stale air in spite of smiling intentions the blackbirds of hate perch in somber authority on an island unseen the stars change their orbits before archaeology sets in some memories lie in sickbed then crawl off to the graveyard the blinding light of yesteryear awaits rebirth in the clouds overhead