BERRYMAN


Cannot exist
  without words
  expectations. a child's hands
      trembling
       by urns prepared for 20th
century science like crematoriums

of rolling  snow in atomic dust
as demons      crows
outside the echoes of the timeless

of first finders of my identity
then keepers of my truth
a big part of you

inside your exploding heliotropes

of an East wind

in a descent of emptiness