Duckfooted tears flow from leaves no longer.
Last of ancients,
she does not wait for life to run out.
A wall goes up slowly.
Bricks close up the sore place.
Missing moments are scratches
behind the wainscot.
Old ways grind out a path.
Roots and rocks wear a polish.
Dust boils in the footfalls.
Beside, in the grass,
hoppers find refuge.
In the flyblown eye sockets
of the mutilated dead
no fluorescent future glows.
Unique arrangements of matter dissolve,
dissipate into the earth, into air,
into bellies of maggots.
Borrowed from the earth,
paid in to the universe
as fully as it lived.
Kalliope
Means "beautiful voice" from Greek καλλος (kallos) "beauty" and οψ (ops) "voice". In Greek mythology she was a goddess of epic poetry and eloquence, one of the nine Muses.
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