Bodies Heavenly – pity this child

A child’s eye is sparked with incandescent curiously The world turns fast with him firmly affixed to its surface A river of lava flows deep underneath him Above the stars and the spinning bodies heavenly In the wings passiveness waits to make manhood sterile Time flows without stopping to savor the life it decays The man waits for the spinning bodies to move closer well beyond reach the frontier calls with a lamenting carol If …