River of fur

Your bruised skin
has been shed
now you lie
perfect
painless
and your eyes will no longer stare
past me to beyond
for you are unmistakeably where

I've seen ripples passing over corn
and shuddered

I was bold and dug the ground roughly without a purpose
save to guarantee a direct flight to empty sleep
and I've gathered mindlessly the ruins of
childish desire
dropped them into this hole

Now you're laid to rest
I think of you
in no-ones arms
always drifting away
like a beast in a sheltered boat
along a river of fur

eternal winter laps
over the brash awakenings of summer
someone going another direction