A Golden Shovel

Dusting off my Golden Shovel…

Over There
(after In Summer by Lord Alfred Douglas)

Over there
Upon the hills were
The
Dancing shadows dressed in emo black
Between the limber pine
Trees.

And
Over there the
Sun set sullen
Beyond the hills
Where the moon hid frowning.

And over there
In the knolls were
Streams of tears shed to trills
Of
Blackish birds
And
Ocher toads that croaked the
Night’s sweet
Lullaby, still hot
Despite the long gone sun.

And
Over there, the little
rivulets and rills
Of
Salted water
Left everyone
Singing
A lament of thirst and
Prattling
About over over there
Where there were
Fresh water streams, and bees
Making honey,
With air laden
By there sweet, tuneful
Song, a
Song
Of lovely flowers near and far
And fruits so heavy their falling off
Their limbs and
A
Bold song, not the slightest timid
And air
So fresh that
The trees sighed
Intoxicatingly and
Bent down and kissed
“Oh My!”
Upon the hair
Of young foxes and “Oh My!”
the hair
Of old foxes too so that
All the
Foxes became hot
Like when a sun
Loves.

But back over there, the
Day
Was
Brackish – how very
Un/fair.

Back over there,
The devil was
Wooing
All of
The creatures, even the doves
Into our nightmares and
The
Shadows
Were
Marching to their new lord, not
Toward the sun, yet
Burning nights of forever long.

And
Over over there I
Wish I was to lay
My eyes up/on
The
Lord of light, I’ve heard his voice is as soft
As green
Is the grass,
And
With the
Smell
Of
The
Dampened earth
After a rain that was
Oh so sweet.

And
Over there, I
Was hung upon strings and dipped
By my
Feet
In/
To the
Nightmares of little
Children who’s screams stream
Across the night and
It was
cruel and cool
as
a
dead flower
is
cool
in
the
scorching night’s heat
And
Into the
Day
Where the children lay
Still
With fright in
A
Never-ending dream,
And
The
Hours
Turn to days and more nights and more days until time forgot
To
Pass.

And
Over there I asked “Who are you?”
When I came
Across my
Shadow and fell in love
So
Thoroughly that I didn’t see it’s evil lurking stealthily
In a crown of thorns that
I
wore upon my head, I saw
Instead you
Wooing me not
To bend down in payer till
I
Felt
The Lord of Light’s embrace that
Was open to me, but your
Spell kept my arms
Closed and your eyes were
Hot
With envy and lust like chains round
My
Neck.

And
Over there, My
Lips
Were
Chapped and cracked feeling only the wet
Bitterness of your kiss withheld and with
Your
Curled lips.

But over over there, I
Had
Forgot
Just how
bitter/sweet
You
Were.

And
Lo!
Over there the
Sun
Has
Long gone set,
And
The
Pale
Moon
Came
Up
Silently.