Sonnet To the Wet Darkness

You walk into a cauldron, freeze to death, You, as a corpse, fall quietly in earth, Life grips your throat, as man grips darkness wet, And swings you, to and fro, to blanch in dirt. You are a pearl now, dry and parched like sand, Rose-eyed, tar-mouthed, ruby-eared, dew-nosed, You walk haggardly, shoes mud-cauled, socks bland, Stop gazing at the tavern sweet, it's closed. Your shirt torn wrangles you, like you did him, Your jeans soaked clutches you, like you did pain; Empty the glass, fill 'you' to the bare brim, There is no place for water in your brain. Water and blood are both yet lighter, love, Wine's the wet darkness, men keep all-above. -Pin Dew (01/05/2017)