Starr’d

Upon the black Starr’d sky,

Had I hoped to wish?

But fate’s bosom friend

Had given me a hanky of poesy,

And told me to wait.

As a prolific everything,

I waited to come,

I waited for Asphodel,

The moon and the rain

That came with eternity.

But I was missed.

The turkey had had waved at me

From a window on a star, on a moon,

And it had truth behold to me

A harrowing knight’s full glare.

I do not know what to do with this;

It sent me a’ swirling,

But all for once I know decadence,

Among nothing in a barrow of hare.

A nested café was doomed today,

With nothing but a cylinder of shot

Worthy cause. The passages had been

Ceased again, never to be dead left

Mutiny. But the year in essence had been said;

Nothing could come of me now,

For I had once been a vulture; dissecting

A harrow and spinning it like a glowing fish,

But now I am a cause for discern,

An aim for a Grecian Urn,

And, in all truthfulness,

Now I am the fruitful glare

Of the midnight sky so bright.

That it why, dear friend,

Upon the black Starr’d sky,

I cannot wish.