missing you poem

before the solemn bronze saint
sweet and strong
the darkness
that year
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
white foam flower, red flame flower
did you ever see an alligator
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
made up of loveliness alone
there by the window in the old house
death's nobility again
a storm is riding on the tide
royal feast was done