Quicken

Quickly now, tie night about me

Tight.

Tighter.

Come morning you will be gone with the brightening-

Living as a shadow in my yellow room.

There.

The burning piano looks sweet

To those who have not played; charcoal and bone.

And giving is so pretty in the underground streets,

But not on the bridges that leaned and stretched and met you.

Just…

Hook up your skirts my dancing girl

And set light the flood plane

Come with the water sad, come with the water brave,

You’ll know the names of sailors

You’ll taste the death of soldiers

They link her youth to elders.

Sew-

Smaller stitches through the weak light-

Nothing so strong-

As this thread,

Like-

A swan in flight-

A swan in flight-

A swan in flight.