STARS

 by  Shaun Lawton 

Like waves crashing on the shore

or faces sunk in darkness 

between webs of the sun 

below nourished by green 

stagnant pools the ghost catches fish 

with a net (the profiles of the Maya kings 

are emptied) a legion

 in the light of darkness 

cephalopod in the eyes of a preview 

 or is it a completely windy spider

 it whistles in diamond drops 

you only protest against

 for the multitude of names 

the human heart is a polished

 mineral, it  contracts around 

the transgressors sunken rosaries 

from the question of the Titanic 

They wait for the crowns 

of the demons of the royal gardens

 Oh, green bullet, eagle of the deep!

 pouring forth incense, a cloud of figures

 the image of the faces through the crown 

of the eyes Angels, of birds in the shredding

 The ancient days of stellar parallax extend 

within a quarter of the time to the heart 

of the grave in the rebirth of the cruel 

they bounce from the well-fed open holes