in infamy

don't live
in infamy
like a day
of falling metal
and rising furnace
be beautiful
like the giver in the sky
or the glow of a mother's face
no jagged aura, untoward glances
or un-solicited kisses
no groping for your life
from a suffocating pit
amidst the sensations
and the odors
of a death so slow
you can't remember
when it started
be fragrant, the essence of love
and magnolia moonlight
the premise of the novel
that will change history