TRUMPET

In the wild and burning quietness

resounds a trumpet - lonely eye.

It opens wide the pupil - tenderness

before endearment of the apparent harm.

Among the shadows the bends

stretch desperately the faraway cry.

Among the sounds they scorch with diligence

the written words in rhyme.

And there - above the earth

ascends the spirit - a bespattered old precept.

But the dusty Gods catch up with him

and puddle fiercely new dirt.