Pfingstlich

Clawing through cold clay
I writhe at her odious whisperings
As pallid dusk to sanguine dawn she weaves
Ablaze, brighter in mockery she shines
As feeble summer is cloven in twain
Asunder i spread the roots, entwined
Like stagnant threads of gossamer spun
In this graven womb
No longer inhumed.

Together we drink, in her lurid stain
The seeping nectar of summer's veins
While naked boughs upon her rays
Shadowed arabesques trace.

They weep at my coming
Their once gleaming swathe
Of garments fade.

At the waning of light and life
I from dying earth emerge
A wraith wrought beneath
With sunken eye and soiled caul
Molded
Of carrion and sallow verdure
As if at the hand
Of a blind demiurge.

A dismal night-bird's screeching call
Enfolding the wilderness
Footsteps fall
The moon's bloodstained embers glow.