Caesar nominates
the lion month
its blonde
rays retain
the sun's
son
within a jar
sealed
with beeswax
it contains
oyster beds
marinated in Mexican
brine
groves of palms
spitting purple dates
and their astral
love preserved
during the white nights
of die Deutsche Zeit
but finally
it is time
to spike the seal
and shuck
the shells
blue
he refrains
from flight
and howls
beneath June's
green moon