On horizons ducks light on
lakes like filaments on
tapestries and -
a dirigible waddles aloft above
Prague above
a foreign zone, but -
other fowl -
geese carrying rose
stalks scrape at
its alien hide hoping for
blood or ichor or
secrets. They are ignorant of
their and its
different duplicity - and
directly ahead
an eidolon or
shadow from a better year or
century awaits atop
a spire atop
a hill with
a thorn - awaits to
prick the sad bullet of
humanity.