sad poetry

for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
long has the summer sunlight shone
did you ever see an alligator
along a river-side
i saw god. do you doubt it?
this is the arsenal
see, from this counterfeit of him
babylon-where i go dreaming
to some the fat gods
the arches of the red bridge
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
just now
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens