THE DAWNTREADER

The ice was cropping over the lizard,
Like a red-faced, white-bearded wizard,
His eyes ran circles round my skull,
The patchwork lace has faded dull.

The hills all bouncing green,
Valleys split open a nascent seam,
The berries pupil red,
Lazer beams around my head.

White clusters of stalactites,
White sound that drenches the senses,
In all my eyes and ears it bites,
Blackbirds lined up on fences.

Blind and searching numbly,
She comes over all comely,
I shine throughout the land,
I died by my own hand.