The Initiate

The Initiate



Through mirrored,
dark sunglasses
he sees the stars
clustered in the fraternity


of oblivion.
He lies beside his brethren
in the open air,
the night air of moonlight


and the breath of sleeping crows.
His body still trembles
with the hushed terror
of the vow.


In the freezing chrome
of Harleys,
millions of stars burn bright,
ceremonial candles.


Larry D. Thomas

(from The Fraternity of Oblivion)
Posted over on The Texas Poet