It will vanish
With the lizard
We will vanish
The gauze cut sky
And the unfolding generations
A child enroute
His first tour of hatred
Ceaselessly loving,
Disappearance cancels the tour,
Vanishing will vanish, my lizard
Had awakened wanting
To touch your face
You were not there
Though I called I called
For you your disappearing
Vanquishing vanishing, dear lizard
You were everywhere
There were many eyes
Open in the gauze cut sky
A child astride a lizard
Enroute the tour
Begins to vanish
Begins to vanish
Though I called I called
“Little lizard, no disappearing!”
Claudia Keelan is the author of several books of poetry, most recently Missing Her from New Issues Press.
*Photo courtesy of jeff o_o.