EVIDENCE OF THE END, poems by Donald L. Simons

EVIDENCE OF THE END, Poems and Other Writings Donald L. Simons Poems Maintained heap He was born, lived, and died there. His dust accumulated at his feet. His carefully carved expression Etched its frozen waste about the room. His laughter had nowhere to go. Nothing remained of him but his maintained heap Positioned for its lifetime facing nowhere. Quarry Run and How It Had to Be Snow drifted through the hourglass, Winter rolled over in its dust. Tentacled trees imposed their suspended animation And the world became one Ice sickle network Cut-glass web Dead statuary. Rivulets seeped from open wounds in the mountain’s side, The plants were bleeding to death. Insects built the earth a cocoon. There was no sound. The sun shone a spot in the gray Recalling music, The moon in the darkness the dead poet. In Flashes and Rivers The silence of a fallen tree Along now tranquil rivers, A storm’s end. Tiny sprouts rose The remnants of umbilicals And debris. Noisy morning. Sta...