The Brazilian Beauty Has Alas Departed* For Good Poem by James Wakelin

So where to now? i ask my question with paramount
concern in my eyes
does fear enter my soul
at the mention of my soul as i dust the sheets of my soul as i
t squels for attention. Of
youth and quickened death it announces the truth of the desires
of heart and mind and............
So my soul sinks its teeth into dust

of another kind

And forwarns its predicament of
lightened eloquent disaster

My life