Beneath the Sunbeam (O/S)

Beneath the sunbeam, a cold lingers 

Between buildings where djinn play, graves 

Of moss  covered with shards of glass 
Glinting sight fractured into a thousand-reflections yes, yet running razors 
To the rind these rivers of scarlet
Crying over falls for the schism to scatter 
Like stars across skies unseen 
By the blind who blanket their faces in memory 
Too late to see the haunt of purgatory peeling away 
Your layers of time like so much grime