For the 400th Feast of St. Shakespeare
by Daniel Fitzpatrick
If only they were swift enough
to script the air before it drifts
away in flatulent flames’ wake,
fattening into feathered cloud.
If only space could outstrip time,
shove the carrion eyes aside
in an instant’s perfect signal.
Our best endeavors dissipate;
blood’s breed ameliorates the worm.
To uniform and force-fed eyes
Lear looms like lines beyond the storm.
Today the plane’s puffed impression
goads driving eyes to deathless love
for unfamiliar initials.
Lemon sun strains the brackish drain
where crabs creep hunger from the lake
all summer in the darting shade
of Phoebes’ insectivory,
while breathless slate restores itself,
awaiting firmer hands to form
an epitaph to our mortality,
stooping to skies like children to the sea,
intuiting reflections in our graves
as we see faces in the flattered waves.
Daniel Fitzpatrick lives with his wife and daughter in Hot Springs, AR. The three enjoy micro-farming, Faulkner novels, and Dr. Seuss. Daniel's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in 2River View, PILGRIM, Eunoia Review, and Embers Igniting.
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