The Fire and the Skull

A poem

Discard the adze from  
the carpenter:
I have learned to kill my past  
and burn my future.
  I leave a monolith of fire,
the embers twisting and burning,
and all I had to show for—

all I have—
  is hollowed time  
  in a hollowed world,
not knowing what I’ll find.

At the last wood’s edge—   
  weathered bands of 
naked trees stand in dust—   
  where a fading Fragrance yet survives,

filled with slaughtered pictures,   
  moments,   
  lost to time—
  like haunted stars—
in memories of my 
shattered 
Architecture,
  latched onto this  
dream.

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