Melodious skeletons, for all of last night’s music

Today is today and the dancing is done.

Dew lies on the instruments of straw that you were playing,

The ruts in your empty road are red.

You Jim and you Margaret and you singer of La Paloma,

The cocks are crowing and crowing loud,

And although my mind perceives the force behind the moment,

The mind is smaller than the eye.

The sun rises green and blue in the fields and in the heavens.

The clouds foretell a swampy rain.