I Remember Lilacs Poem by Mark Heathcote

I remember lilacs growing in the snow,
Ah, with the scent, the echo of spring stalled.
I-remember that dead calf we both hauled
With bale twine another financial blow,

I can almost hear you cry, but those cracks
Are dry—they're-just-frozen films of pain,
Static as those lilacs you wanted, axed
I guess it builds to a glacier-moraine:

We are all shadows standing in death's path,
Our lilies at the bottom of a pond
Have sunk to their nethermost aftermath,
All disintegrating, embers absorbed.

Like dead calves buried in the orchard
I remember lilacs growing in the snow,
The scent of blossom sleepily conjured
And springs long ago like an embryo.

I found alms with some crazy psychopaths,
And danced homicidal in their loins
Full of fever in a whiteout - facts
I remember watching these snowflake asteroids.

I remember lilacs growing in the snow,
Ah, with the scent, the echo of spring stalled.
I-remember that dead calf we both hauled
With bale twine another financial blow,

I remember that dead calf we both hauled
With bale twine another financial blow,
I remember lilacs growing in the snow,
Springs long ago like a dead embryo.