Alone in the Jungles of Bimini

the kapok leaves weep for his loss
fluid dew crystals roll down
broad waxy verdant spearheads
each an enameled emerald eyelid estuary

one perfect prismatic pure sphere
dangles, defying gravity from the
edge of the tip, the lip of a rip
on the leaf on one tree in the canopy

it seems to fall forever, that drop
as it passes through beams of light
casting split second prisms until
splash. Disperses into rivers of grief

inevitable rivulets escape damned eyes
seeping from unseeing orbs of blue
and white. riven with red veins of pain
refracted onto tear streaked cheeks

riveted by rising sun’s reflection
burnishing the lake as true a gold as
the rough coin in his hand
sunbeam hits, reflecting his pain

gilded crown in his palm, last
token of godhood foretold by
prophecy. Across the sea they
came, searching, searching

for a fountain of forever, of never
having to say goodbye again. Lives
lost, explorers turned conquistadors
turned prey, prophecy betrayed

tables turned, hunters hunted to
the edge of extinction. Only instinct
delayed the last deicide. Alone, lost, he
approaches the burnished mirror

perfect ovoids obey gravity’s dictates
slowly wash down cheekbone canyons
trace pathways through jawline jungles
freefall past the forests edge

mirrored miniature globe falls forever
diamond shatters when it hits the stream
symmetry splatters, casting grapeshot
undulating rings across reflective surface

knifelike precision cleaves the waves
creating shattered space in his wake
droplets fly, toucans take to the sky
wavelets radiate, no other trace