Above the Beautiful Forevers

The sky above beautiful forevers
              ebbs quickly again
              toward dusk upon the Black Sea.
So many many impossibly weary
              lives passing like stones
              ground within a blender.

Slums of Kolkata and Rio, so
              remote from my charmed life,
              magnetize ever more wrecked ones
                                seeking only some taste
                                             of refuge.

And my half-mouthed words of refuge
              are not sweet bells
              they are dull plastic thumps
              stumbling from my privileged lips of casual vanity,
              convenient white deceptions.

From edge of the black pane, I
              catch glimpse of Caucuses massing,
              glowing golden white upon
                                milky Black shore.
              Lifting high their icy raiment,
              to slake the coming summer's thirst.