Alchemical

Silence, like Gold cooked

Hands. Vast, grey,near as all that is

Sisterly-Shape:

All the Names, all the with-Burnt

Names.

So

Ash to be blessed.

So

Land gainedabovethe light, so

Soul-Rings. Vast.

Grey.

Clinker-less.

You, then.

You with the palebitten-out bud,

You in the Wine-Flood. (Did it not dischargeus too, this Hour?

Good,

Good, that your Word died away here.)Silence, like Gold cooked, incharred,

Hands.

Fingers, smoke-thin.

Like Crowns,

Air-Crownsaround – – Vast.

Grey.

Track-less.

Queen-like.