sad death poem

and how could you dream of meeting
the darkness rolls upward
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
gone before us
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
i cannot always feel his greatness
death's nobility again
high walls and huge
i despise my friends more than you
she limps with halting painful pace
their beautiful hair
music i heard with you was more than music
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans