EXQUISITE CRYSTAL GEMS,

DRIPPING FROM SILKEN THREADS,

BEDECKING LONG STEMMED LILIES,
ARISTOCRATIC NECKS STRETCHED
AWAITING SHARPENED STROKES,
WAVING, KISSING,
GRACING GENTLE BREEZES,
OOZING BETWIXT, FADING SHADES OF NIGHT
BRIGHT, ECSTATIC LIGHT
LEAPS CAREFREE O’ER THE RIM
SHIMS SEDUCTIVELY REVEALS ANCIENT TREES,
DEEP ROOTED IN IRISH GREEN
BLISSFIELDS FRESHLY WASHED OF RAIN
BLOOD WEEPING SKIES
MOURN THAT MAN WERE E’ER HERE
THIS ANCIENT CHRISTMAS CHORALE WAS FOUND
ENGRAVED
IN A PAIR OF THIRTEENTH CENTURY KNICKERS
BELIEVED TO BELONG TO ATTILA THE NUN
FORTUNATELY SHE WAS NOT STILL IN THEM
HARK THE BANK OFFICIALS SING
TRA LA, LA, LA, LA, – LA, LA, LA
WE’LL HUMP THEM ALL
‘TIS THE SEASON OF MAN’S FOLLY
POLITICIANS SING THE POPE’S ENCORE
WHILST SHADOWS ARE CREEPING UP THE WALLS
ACROSS THE FLOORS,
QUICK, LIKE A PULSE
RUNNING UP YOUR ARM,
PAINTING BLACK LINES
OVER RAVAGED FIELDS,
SILENT, INIMITABLE
UNSTOPPABLE, SHADOWS
CHASE US ALL
FAR REACHING SHADOWS,
HANGING FROM TREES
BUILDINGS,
LYNCH MOB VICTIMS
DANGLING EFFIGIES,
THEE AND WE
WHO WAIT, IMPATIENT
FOR DARKNESS TO SWAMP THIS PLACE
WATCH THIS SPACE
OUTER SPACE
BEREFT
OF EXQUISITE, CRYSTAL GEMS
DRIPPING FROM SUN BURNT TREES
SILKEN THREADS STRETCHED
SNAPPED
WHILE HOT, DRY, RAGING WINDS
SAND BLAST PAINT, BARK
FLESH FROM SAVAGED BONES
CEASELESS WINDS DRONE
ELOQUENT STROKES OF DEATH
DROOPING, HAUGHTY NECKS
WHERE DROUGHT’S AXE FALLS

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