
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