I walk along a melancholy strand,
Hearing music played too far
To be meant for me.
Drifting down the beach,
Ah Jesus! You do me no favors!
You give me life, but not my life!
You raise me up, what am I to do?
You are borne away with the crowd,
We tell ourselves that it will come.
It will descend upon us
While we are busy
Or simply laying about,
Here I am in the last scene of that last act.
This how you wanted it, right?
You got your crucifixion
In the early morning hours
the blood dries from arterial red
to sullen black
on the floor,
“Yahoo buckaroo! ”
Your bare butt bouncing
To the clop of your cowboy boots,
Six guns high in the air!
We lay together,
Reclined in dark,
Your silhouette outlined
By ambient light,
You lay in all your splendor,
Haughty in your grace
As if saying to Rome:
The spray hits you in the face.
The swells bring the distended belly
Quickly up then settles with a greenish hiss,
Another and another.
The moon is in its first quarter.
It grows as it crosses the sky
Travels among the background of stars
Shines like hard diamonds.