i
set
aside
bullfinch's
mythology to
walk with the red three hearted hound
through icy fog that devours stars and what once seemed real
leaving us awash in fragments of night sound reverberating in gods and heroes
i
count
my coins
fare enough
for the hound and i
to pay the ferryman's passage
should we touch the loud
but unseen
river
this
night
road
noise
swells in
its approach
groaning and hissing
metal machines or chimera's
muffled roar and strike
dragon's breath
veers off
we
sigh
the
beat
muffled
pounding of
helicopter blades
invisible in the night sky
angry harpy wings
drum the march
ire of
the
gods
the
pink
orange
sewage treatment plant
olympus in the river gorge
our eyes strain to see
hovering
gods
in
the
glow
in home's white light i thank my gods for translucent tales and the rage for order I bear
into the treasure house of the opaque where echoes
twist tableaus before my eyes to
tell truth in the time
and timbre
sung by
my
sense
