By Justin Parker

To survive the night
They stand together in the cold
While Earth and time delight
They collide,
Erode
And decimate the older world
Their reciprocity springs forth from
Nothingness
And to everything they give as thus:
As cloud, as void, as public smoke
They shift and suck and cloak
Until we all sit bold-faced, in the dark

The man returns to the unknown
And knowledge, useless, falls, dethroned

What’s needed here is something green
Such that its virtue can be seen without
The light we snuffed
When all the suns were swallowed, stuffed
And shuttered in a canvas bag
Rightly sorted, rightly tagged
“Unready for this heady draught,”
The King of Glory kindly laughed.

He motioned to the stars to play
And dancing waters sent their spray
The wagons did not mind the wind
And wheels spinning did not end
 

Justin Parker is a recent graduate of St. Edward’s MLA program and a developing poet and songwriter. This is his second appearance in New Literati. In 2006, he published a collection of poems with Sparkling Press. You can find more of his work at http://poemskeepmesane.blogspot.com.