I had gathered some flowers

To lay upon your face

Though you were not gone

From the realm of the quick

I saw all the rainclouds

Being driven on forward

By horses long numbered

And featureless and free

And i wanted to call you a wife

Though I couldn't stop glancing at the signs



And the four heads of men

And all that they carried

And the four wombs of women

And all that they promised

And I wanted to write for you

Songs poems and bibles

Your face spotted with pearls

And hand-cuffed to Christ

But I couldn't stop watching the signs



I had seen the news

That the Trojan beast

Already and not yet

No longer near

Nor close at hand

Nor at the door

Is finally here

The great in the small



And I couldn't stop watching the signs in the stars