A Poem about Change
by Rowan Blair Colver
A secret vesper's script
In soft compression below
Praying in the sullen crypt
Sardonic passes they show
Between the down-tread line
Comes the smiling feminine
And encrusted charcoal shrine
Holds secrets spilled to him
So passing flax-seed flats
Overdone and bitter cake
Burned honey sticking plats
Of pastry like stone they make
Humble selves of all morrows
Gather in their solitude still
A soul with spacetime borrowed
A mantric phrase they yet instill
What magic cast dispels
A cloud of tense despise
Such hollow in the bells
Vibrations wash jaded eyes