The brackish roots of red and pine   Anchored in my curving spine   Bend to the winds of web's desire   And I lay down at your side      Above the bride of reds in clay   A swollen angel looks ok   In the red wing blackbirds eyes of grey   A saltwater tear his eyes      But the sand and the earthen paradise   Sent into this rivulet   The blush and the banks will soon forget   A single tear has cried      And in this morning grand looms   The nectar and the petal blooms   A pearl that I swallow now exhumed   From the river that has died      The crimson of rinoculous   Gardenia and dianthus   The bloodless eye be water-lotus   Sweetly opens wide      Oh Without a voice left to sing   With waterlogged and heavy wing   Peaceful eyes, unsuffering   A pigeon floats in the tide