The Golden Bowl
You spent your whole life
learning the perfume’s formula.
They found your nose
locked in a drawer
it smelled good.
Your sisters
were three golden snakes
writhing in a tree
by the river
at twilight
your questions
made them invisible.
They put you in a glass jar
and set you on a shelf
they wanted you
to feel like tea
waiting for water.
Now you’ve turned
to a yellow dust.
We’ve tried our best
to preserve your flavor
protecting you
from the blue flames within
and the lost odor
of space.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
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