Castle Gloaming...

By Robert Connal

Castle Gloaming, time of fall unsure,
has crumbled in its wooded park (wood rotted).
Pigs munch within its noble halls--obscure,
de-ceilinged -- while its keeper (drink besotted,
wine endrenched) among the wreck of bare,
un-mullioned windows (Burp!) recalls: "There be a
tomb..." perched dainty as a rabbit where
untended water falls. Zenobia,
since thou art (Sewage!) lovely as a sky
of burning timbers, sweetly I retrieve
(smoke-twined with breezy tongs) thy dreams, and I
do hang upon thy speckle-patterned sleeve:
dust upon dust (Damnation!), flesh on silk.
A cow moans in thy bedroom, wet with milk.