Unglorious Evening

Only when our glorious world crumbles

over us,

when only pieces of blue,

of deep rose

linger,

glowing in moonflower hour.

When shrills

echo in cornfields –

cornfields which shudder

while singed bones

drown six crows.

When engines shriek,

chipping scornful soil;

while delirious, we mourn,

our cries muffled.

[This poem is inspired by Mary Oliver’s ‘Morning Glories’]