.....

Whirling energies in space, that do not
find their way back.  Bright coins
that turn, faceless and country-free,
moistened by humid air, eyes
from a tomb.  A river for each arm,
a river for each leg, an ocean for the belly
and a sky for the ribs, open and peering
out from, the vacated body,
swiftly reinhabited, light defined
by violent reflection, that
singed the scenery's edge
and was consumed beautifully.

Towers abandoned to climbers
that have no names.