break up poem

risen from the dead
i made a vow once, one only
the air is full of dawn and spring
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
afraid no more, i say
she might have known it in the earlier spring
and with the humming bird
a few more windy days
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
earth travails
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
death's nobility again