Some seek the elemental vision
Despite intrusion of escapist barleycorn
& erstwhile chemicals, all in the name of
Whatever stirs ashes of old solar worshippers.
Gone to their beds of stone, with limbs still
entwining long shadows of dusk.
You want the miraculous moment
Of pure joy without payback, don’t you?
All those plastic surgeons to remedy wrinkles
& keep your hard body from caloric influx.
Pamper the flesh until eternity smiles approval,
Keeping you far from the casket’s cross desires.
Fidelity only tricks us the more we believe in it.
Though apart for years, still we’ll meet again
For one last fling, despite our differences
& the gnarled course of separate allegiances
Robbing us of that one true loving union
Stored in the warehouse only fugitives trespass.
