Testimony

I recall by chance the astuteness of rain When the thin smoke from charged pulses of cold haze Befriended the weeded way . . . Leering further into the viscera of the village, Clouds of old beginnings heaved potent sighs, Loud, frenetic and full of powder. I revelled in the warmth of acid lightning, Quick to mirror the village in its own image. The grey breath was intense, Fusing teethed mirth with grim spheres. Then came the vitrined harmony of fleeing spectres! Tricks were revealed. Tenebrous paths came to light. And the rumps of sensuous fowls stood stark Before the reality of weaned souls. I recall lighting up a cigarette. Adding to the atmospheric smoke, I held on to the banter of coyness, flat, Resolute, and with rummaged blessedness of initial stages Blending well with the greed of May.