DREGS OF MY CORPSE

I thought I sent that body down the river...
I thought she carried it all away...
But she left me the dregs...
The Ganga wanted me to bow more...
To the threads and fabrics...
Of a suit now ready to be worn...
Born again and coming into the light...
And out of the shadows...
And into a place of more shadows...
Realizing that I'm still a shadow...
Casted behind...
Sometimes in other directions...
A constant inspiration...
A reminder of creation...
And destruction...
And that sunlight touches structures...
Like architects that sketch...
A dog will fetch anything at his master's request...
A short journey of nothingness...
Embodying master's something-ness...
My nice warm shirt on cool fall days...
Where a woman may need comfort...
Or a reminder of her own black power...
A power dormant and powered like the sun...
Revealed in due time...
Childhood rhymes to inspire drunkards...
Those that crave death...
And also crave happiness to sleep quietly...
To dream of white cranes and blue herons...
Remembering the nature of the limitless...
A star unaware that it is indeed a whole galaxy...
Resting at the bottom of my cup...
I drink up...


doM