THE LAST AVATAR


             In a cloudless summer
          towards the end of the afternoon
             one small cloud appears —
          avant-coureur of massifs
          piling behind the mountains.

             The cloud is shapeless —
          but gradually begins
             to stretch out and thin
          until it becomes a child's
          sketch of the human figure —

             both male or female,
          pausing...until finally
             elongated in the winds
          of space, to create the last
          avatar — a skeleton.


           © James Kirkup, 2008




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