A dragonfly in amber
Is something to remember
From a bygone age,
Where horse-drawn sleds rust
Words leap off the page
And the flight-paths tread dust
Through the sky, against the dying light I rage
Commute the trust
To a future war waged
In the name of nation, engine, machine
The tiger is out of his cage
All bets are off-kilter as fiends
Gear up for siege in beige camouflage
Whose entourage is in your dreams
Moving right-left through the frame
Close-countered to woo the claim
With evidence, nothing will be the same
The aperture of greed opens
The moment the covenant is broken, wanes
The moon when the convent twinkles
With candle light, a revenant rain 
Storm… the face of my beloved is filled
With wrinkles and an air of sadness
That belies the decades of prowess, still
Lurking in his belly of the now-est substance
A bitter pill to swallow, leaving promises hollow
I sat a little while, utterly entranced
By the light breaking the horizon, fallow
Fields beyond my sight’s periphery,
Facing the city where my hopes died, sallow
With the effort, and the dark rings under my eyes
Testify to the days, strung out in the sun, spied-on
And there leaves the train that passes the great divide
Upon the crooked mountains, deforming the line
Of the horizon. The time to die
Came to pass, as did the dragonfly.
