I understand why you died tonight, by Joel Schueler

I understand why you died tonight
why the devil grew his tail
as your mind became frail,
why the sky mistook him for an angel.

Vienna and Bruges, and all that is smooth —
when toe meets foreshore;
dark chocolate, the Louvre.

Of nard and koi, and all that is joy —
sparkling streams of cygnets,
hard liquor, soft toys.

And now for the news.

Lead ties to shank
surfeit from the crapulous,
there are those who wait for the
summer to fall
there are those who act
when tablet mountain calls,

who torched the trellis
watched the wind make it crawl

it’s hard when no-one knows
where no-one goes
behind your wall.