Poem: ‘Where beckons the quiver…?’

Poem: ‘Where beckons the quiver…?’

_        Where beckons the quiver…? Are there no spirits moving in the air _                       ruling the region between earth and sky ? And do you shine from the sky _                       goddess in decay, _                                   as respite from the spit of day ? For this world could not hold you ? Whose arm twitches with your pulse, _                       as your ghost drifts through the lining _                             …