Defeat

THE PIT is lined sharply with stones—

My bones are broken too…

This would be hard to bear

if I had not plucked the feathers of dead dreams

to pillow it.

I shall not move for a long while—

I am out with stars

since that last encounter

and I need no companions

other than the strange slim shapes of laughter

that come twisting out of tears

and circling close

to touch my wounds

with rainbow breath.