You snuffed out your cigarette
With a cruel stamp
Of your twisted foot.
The ash spilled out,
Out into silence
Where air and sweat
Mingled with the dying light.
A rooftop rendezvous
Punctuated by splash,
on splash,
of bold paint.
Royal blue, through red,
to deepest purple.
A solar canvas,
Bruised and battered,
ready for sleep.
A seance, or a wake.
We watched and mourned,
As light lay spread,
like Prometheus,
presenting his liver for the taking.
Soon it would scatter and flee,
Running for the hills.
We watched from our roof,
Stood like seagulls.
At the edge.
Waiting for life
to begin