Charged against me, <br />The body electric like a long-lost, Californian song. <br />He was a spider passing through <br />My populous city now cob-webbed. <br /> <br />An open road, <br />Horse, my master. <br />A wound-dresser who clung to cleavage, <br />Pioneer of rolling earth. <br /> <br />Battle-wrecked after twenty years of absence, <br />I sang through days with absinthe. <br />Memory eroding the naked and the wan <br />As if forgotten centuries. <br /> <br />My final days singed with the fire <br />As the last lilacs bloomed.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revisit/
