Indignity Redux
a poem
When flashes lightning east to west, will I be twice exhumed, my tapers guttering and spent beside a nameless river along whose banks in turns the wind scattered and re-entombed a prince and excommunicant? Before the transience of time, did you foresee my bones would bear such trowel marks and seem in that cold air to shiver as shovels fall like broken seals or horses’ hooves on stones that macadam infernal hills? If time’s corrupting hand deforms my corpse, breaks up that clay of flesh as fodder for the worms, death's fambles still will waver when almond blossoms bloom from shards of castoff pottery, cast shade enough to shelter birds for all eternity.