New poem

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My rich phantasmagoria,
spewn molten, congeals black and dun,
dejection cone of scoria
post solidus, heat spent and done.

Damnatio memoria,
put one word down and then it’s gone
with a sardonic gloria,
a true Roman oblivion.

But out of folios thrown down,
a dead leaf mulch of red and brown
under bare branches’ bony sway,

green growth may break through to the light
in crocus mauve and snowdrop white
saffron gold-hearted, in new day.