Leaves turn to birds

turn to clouds

of sky,

falling again

as papers on which

to translate the dreams,

even nightmares,

for the hibernate bear

flies have stung awake

in this flaming flurry

of plaster and ash

which were the letters,

the memos,

the photos,

the desk keepsakes


for five thousand souls

living in dailiness,

sacred and unknown,

before that day

in autumn,

explosive crematorium,

where the whole praying







Stephen Mead: As a writer and artist publishing for the last three decades, Stephen Mead has finally gotten around to getting links to his poetry still online at various zines available in one place: http://stephenmead.weebly.com/links-to/poetry-on-the-line-stephen-mead. His latest Amazon release is entitled Our Spirit Life, a poetry/art meditation on family heritage, love, and the evanescence of time. For Christmas 2014 he released a sound collage song cycle, Threnody for a Forgotten Plague, a series-in-progress dealing with the early days of the AIDS pandemic, free to listen to via http://amazingtunes.com/stephenmead/albums/24122.


Image is by Stephen Mead.