The Mystery That Is You

 

The gasping hulks of rusted wrecks that share

with eyeless scavengers the mysteries

of Styxlike depths; the lecherous affair

of heaving earth expelling centuries

of fetal carbons from its fiery womb;

grotesque microbic warriors, whose fields

of battle on a wisp of breath consume

great armies, more than all the fallen shields

of kingdoms past; the artisans of stone

and bow, whose boundless hunger would betray

them to a shifting desert bed, where bone

and centuries are ground to chalky gray.

Unseen, like these, the passions that you stirred:

forever in my soul are they interred.