Colossal

The broken bridge
of black stone
in winter's rain
the cold chasm
of longing
of longing

The pieces of rock
in my hands
in your hands?
the violet violent sky
cracks
with longing
with longing

Let each tiny flower
shivering shamrock
dew-born moss
cry
for love (broken)
for love (broken)
for love
dying alone

The red sun
slices the sky
like an oyster blade
as I walk (we walk?)
as I walk (we walk?)

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.