The light
on leaves
is waxen
in the rained-upon
field, steaming
in a new sun’s
ghastly shower.
Minutes devour
the hour’s corpse
with the dribble
of sap-like rain.
Hands touch
and draw away,
filmed with
moist silver,
treasured snailings
of incestuous shadow.
The dark
Defends
its conquest.
And the living
crawl for
shelter,
vermin cursed
in the
intolerable
light.