Python on a Ferris Wheel

Stalling down the ferris wheel
a python is turning to the marble arch
like a stealth ghost of morning haze
and the short abatement of morning tide
there are leopards and owls in the curls of her hair
like the starburst of dawn meaning to take a picture
but the romantic gestures have fallen off
as though they are a memory not worth preserving

The chartered meat of the story bricked in temples
where no class of an individual is marketed to fame
no glasses, no ratchet handling gloves are brokered
where the fashion of time is beyond the late sample
the restroom of delegates seizes entry into the war room
of shattered isle patients like fettered tongue saints
and trophies of dung pattered minnows in required heat
room for hearing and no dispatches from the top window
glory in the stolen defeat like life-matches flaring in rain
and no one inside can stop of the rune train from the python