The dreadful —-

packed inside

piercing thoughts

and incessant inner

droll


Paralyzed —-

by toxic breath

and black sound

streaming dark figures

that howl, and scream

and bend


Driftless —-

in a burnt out sky

the churning red blaze,

peeling flesh from bones

of tombstone soldiers


Arsenic blood

in a deep altered state —-

too little?

too much?

too late


Faces in the shadows

that hint of home —-

bring comforts lost

to each, his own