After RB
Every part of this glorious city
were brooding monuments
rusted over with scathing eyes,
gargoyles chop-licking in
view of my flesh, collapsing
then folding down on me, every block
felt like a razor slit, the heat like a ton pressing
down on top of me, how every beautiful thing:
its faces, its new lips and charming smiles
thoughts about divulging in them
a betrayal, these porticoes and columns,
These brilliant corners web of hand, hill of palm,
Almond of eye, round of nose, dug into me, even
its awesome sunset over Templo Debod
was a pool of agony and now, a wine glass
of radical honesty to flush out the sty
of ego and I’ve taken back me,
Now this city is a vibrant flower
In bloom, a new day after a good rest,
The caress of someone new on my jawline,
It’s a sweet hello, the soft kiss of spring fulfilling its
life waking up around
you is a glorious gift.
Charles Snyder 