At one a.m. the walls fell down, tumbling pink and flowered
revealed in black, black night forgave me my neglect
he could recognize
a hungry non-believer in the dark
My hunter in the winter sky, my god of seven stars
Where did your mysteries go when you faded slowly from the earth?
was the sadness
of your shrinking a release from fear or a descent into hell?
© 1984 J.L.Stanley