You caught a wild salmon
and watched its blackened
carcass drip over the coals.
The stars watched you eat
away the last of your innocence.
But you never noticed.
II
You once caught lightning
and stored it in a bell jar.
You stood mesmerised
as it danced and slowly died
in the vacuum.
But still you stood there,
watching.
III
Snow brushed its hand
against your green shroud
as you were carried out.
The night uttered a silent
eulogy as your ashes were
scattered
but no one could hear you
still weeping.
