Dead Drop

Dead Drop


One illuminating drop
(Sky tear) summons me
To hidden train stop
In god with no city.

Someone tears sky: me?
Vulture bearing down
On god? No, with the city
It's hard to hear the sound

Of vultures bearing down-
Hearted on the flesh.
It's hard to hear the sound
Of departing amidst the hush

Of a heart in flesh
And in stillness made bright.
Parting the mist and hush,
I step out on platform of light.

I'm made still and bright
(Though hidden at train stop).
I step off platform of light
One illuminated drop.


By R P Webster

June 13, 2007