Status Updates From The Selected Poems

"It is finished. What is happening? Look at him.
Death has covered him with pale sulphur
and given him the head of a dark Minotaur.
It is finished. Rain rinses his mouth.
Frenzied air abandons his sunken chest,"

“The cloudy sky
blanks out my eyes.
To restore them, I
place a yellow flower
next to them.
I can’t change them.
They remain lifeless, blank.
(Between my shoulders
my full and golden soul takes wing.)
The April sky
turns my eyes indigo.”