God Blows a Message

Through her gaunt cheeks and sunken eyes

God blows a message

Delivered at the first sunrise

Of a forgotten age.

Her fingers point not truthfuller

To evanescence

Than the soft planetary whirr,

Eternity's pretence.

The soul that disarranges hair

Puts out the firefly-

And strewed the stars upon the air

And gave them word to die.