The Last EpitaphLilian


By and large an upwelling
Much as the geyser sprays a resplendent mist
As angel's trumpet to herald the white seraph
And the tormented cries of the perished lepers
Howling for the drug to sustain the skin,
Nay, the sky, as it comes tumbling down
About your head, fuming in your nostrils
Flaring like a freeze-bound dryad
In the forest, the fabric of a terrable quake
That ruptures from your heart
And in Venus' cry
In Amadeus' roar
In Megaera's slash
And maybe Trisiphone's plunge
This last epitaph, to the past
And is so undeserving…
Yours.