one final burning | part one posted by imani , Saturday, May 30, 2009 at 4:31 PM, in Labels: something else

by ophelia a. dimalanta

i.

it is the wind's demolishing hand
come to soon fell this imperious
frame into its final death-swoon,
its seared selves dispersed
piece by piece; faint flappings
in the air, hurt birdwings
bleeding in post-mortem spasms,
strange noises in the dark
flung far off into the nightmare
of one's waking moments. and it is
these later residual resonances
that could stalk one's nights
since the exact contour and voice
of its going must only be imagined,
must be suffered by the scavenging,
senses, salvaging possible hanging-on
shards of her here and there,
even as the had been instantly
wrenched, erased as it were,
as if it never had been,
in this post-prandial passing.
one can only then recast, re-image
over and over, more pained each time,
mount on the soul's scorched lapidaries,
her lamellar incinerating,
the slant of her first crumbling,
the rumble and shade of her deepest
moan, and this one nightfall fitful
stirrings in the flaying wind.