Metaphysical Meteorology
The dead surround us like a Northern Lights
Display above blue waters, seas as blue
As Patroclus’s eyes in tented nights
Beside Achilles making love as new
And strong as sapphire blades, above the green
Of greenest waters, greener than the sight
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Of mountain waters, and above obscene
Gray sludge-filled bays. The dead are in the night
Above the arctic wastes, perhaps above
The stars and certainly below our beds.
The dead are in our dreams and nightmares, love
And hatreds, in our blinded hearts and heads.
..We struggle not to drown in skies with dead
….Ones. They are weather fighting clean through dread.