Adonis was crying

All the way

to the crumbling quay

Adonis was crying

Lying down and dying

with incessant sighing

And I watched fair Adonis trying

to make sense of himself–he had failed that self

Hence the dying

I stood where I was was–as still as the water beyond

Watching as Adonis was melting

(I did not lift a finger for him)

With my nostrils burning from the scent–smelling

flesh swelling

A body deforming

Into a twitching

Writhing

Mass