(oh what a noble mind here is overthrown)

look you -
the earth reaches for the sky
like spurned lover for spurning love;
the trees, brittle wrists and bitter bones,
scrape the skin to dull the pain

this skin here is parchment
this blood here is ink
and what rots is in this

and in you

save your weeds pretty reflection
but (rosemary for you) remember
what blooms this hour ripens soon past life
and down into the clay

here is where earth meets sky
where this lays amidst ripple-mimicked air
where duality ends
where this is I

oh envious sliver
my friend
be thou my guide

(good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies; good night, good night)