Slow Smoke/Requiem for a Modern Crœsus
SPLIT ROCK
Yellowstone Park
Eagle Butte
Shoshone River
Lamar Valley
Sylvan Pass Ranger Station,
Wyoming
REQUIEM FOR A MODERN CRŒSUS
To him the moon was a silver dollar, spun
Into the sky by some mysterious hand; the sun
Was a gleaming golden coin—
His to purloin;
The freshly minted stars were dimes of delight
Flung out upon the counter of the night.
Into the sky by some mysterious hand; the sun
Was a gleaming golden coin—
His to purloin;
The freshly minted stars were dimes of delight
Flung out upon the counter of the night.
In yonder room he lies,
With pennies on his eyes.
With pennies on his eyes.