REQUIEM

tonight she is
seated upon the dead quadranta melody of roar
wells up around the broken shellat an arbitrary scale in a distant void
among the nervy iceinside a wooden vessel covered
with timid leavesthe air slips throughfalls in love
with a goddess of the nightthe spider will disappear with the full moon
as its backgroundof summertonight you will see bars everywhere
bars of manoeuvrefor they never gave you anything