Michael Cluff- A Poem

             Hendectet Remolded

I will never forgive the edge of the nectarzied sky collapsing
parallel rice paper sliding into paddies of scum and ice
corroding cracked horns of black rhinos now mottled extinct
conifers wave to a group of laborers asleep
under an ivory bridge of indifferent sighs
crawling with wafting and waffling orations
fried in superb juicy  sunbeams
honey-thick and mottled molybdenum
resounds with pitches
waspish  bees
overhear.