The immigrant

yellow rain

seep out of a tearless sky where everything fragile

is no longer shifting like the shadow

that wanders below and behind my back.

Tape my reflection back down to its

forsaken home

tape my dust into the rippling fissure

where i first turned my back on you.

where the blood, gnawing the cockled Euphrates

squeezed through the spaces of venus' fagged teeth

where the blood rained down in hot torrents

bullying the misty moors

marrying the actors and director's

and the natives watching the end of the stormy show.

Let me tell you something then:

wherever you go, you leave them behind you

the footsteps of your battles and your wars

and your harvests

and your sabbaths.

you write about them

or you chatter the subway walls with your memories.

oh, all the time it took

heading east, hand and foot larger than the sun's blistered thunb.

heading east into the boy's achy heart

the warrior star fell from out of the sky's blackened mouth

journaling my slippery heart with it's diaphonous memory