Savagely I get a handle staring me in the face around his head
I snap them in a turning movement –
His neck crackles like a gone away leaf.
That leaf which developed in summer warm
Was conceived in springtime’s blustery cloudiness
In any case, tumbled to earth as Autumn disappeared
To be shrouded in callous cool.
Icy, that I, delivered to be
As I, the gatherer picked his destiny
So like Death himself, I am
Separated and dreaded most importantly else.
All else is simply one more expression to me
I knew, held it, adored it once
Prior to this life,
Some other time.
Time, now swinging me to precious stone
Where I’ll outlive the years
Icy, dreary and inert.