Shade Of A Deity Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Shade of a deity tearing itself above
The house:
Its tears are roman candles luxuriating into the canal—
Going softly away into another place
It is best not to remember—
Where, if you did, you would see her holding his
Hand, riding away to a place where words all become
One syllable—
And in the city only a siren, like a lonely man dreaming into
The mouth of a wolf
The same way water evaporates: beautifully, and forever:
Tumbling downhill to find heaven in the clouds.