For Blinky Palermo
Of yellow and black and hectic red
Of a trumpet scattering ashes and sparks
Of vapors sifted through solid atmosphere
Of ocean’s foliage and rings of dead leaves
Of clouds congregating in a vast sepulcher
Of hours’ weight chained to crystalline tumult
Of a pumice island overgrown with moss
Of pestilence stricken stars and steep sky
Of a blue surface enflamed with an airy surge
Of fierce maenads, black vim and green dirge