Departure at Noon

Skin of the stoned fear,
scorched retinae
shivering dawdled along the streets.

Large curtains of sun,
niveous damasks,
heavily flooded the roofs.

Translucency of the levanter,
frailed nails,
fell in splinters over mirrors.

Thus glowed on us the day of wrath
and none moved any longer
upon the face of waters.