POETRY: Three Poems.

AFTER THE CARNIVAL

 

The din has died,

Pans are interred in backyards,

Costumes thrown in comers;

The wind parades the chaff of day

And foreboding catafalques of floats

Grim the darkened streets.

 

Midnight has doused the purgatorial fires,

Another year has passed

The Lenten year begins.