Stalling mid-flight

In denial

I descend in gold  

Leaving ribbons of fire

–

The soil erupts

In the still heart of night  

And a new winter seethes

Like the embers of  August  

–

Swathes of myself  lie in twisted agony

Brought low and scattered

By the full weight of grief  

–

An infernal bloom

Returns me to dust

Rearranged, renamed

By a scarred patch of ground