Retrospective
Sleep
Damn your dark poisons,
White sleep!
This most strange garden
Of dusking trees
Filled with snakes, moths,
Spiders, bats.
Stranger! Your doomed shadow
In the sunset,
A sinister corsair
In the salty sea of misery.
White birds flutter up on the edge of night
Over toppling cities
Of steel.
© Jim Doss & Werner Schmitt
