Be Gone

Do not forget me, high priest of my ruined temple

Cry not for me in sadness. Sleep, gentle

Dusk's oil lamps spew smoky verse

But think not of final farewells, 

Yes, April rides on summer's thirst

And no, mirages thrive not in cloudburst

But my priest, you chanted sacred

Hymns, stone images breathe naked 

Cover me in silken azure, do not forget

However beleaguered and beset

My image worships you at temple dawn

Praying for you to move on, be gone 

Do not forget.