Before going under he did notice how the sky grew
thick with the wings of birds or taste the rust of lungs the ache
We wait by the delta for a drunken boy to return
leaving our doors unlocked in case his longing exceeds us
To have shifted abandon into something tangible--
a manna to prevail against cognition's undertow
Flower in his teeth love sung to his own end and the dark
he drifted through like the moon burning up a merlot sky
Jeff Buckley (1966-1997)
Mark Bibbins (Albany, New York, EE UU, 1968). Docente y poeta.