Gasps stunned resistant yet rooted silence
breathless groan in this half-buried dawn
awaits withered winter through the scrape
of the garish covetous flake
a tsunami of sprouting clutter
lime teeming inside dank mists
disdaining the swells of the emptied
hollow cavern like a
light spreading remorseless leap
over the forgotten coals
half mast half full half emptied
in a shot or pint glass
yet that brazen imposter
will still not out run
being caught by
the thrust of the sun