You have led us to this place.
There is no rest now, no slumber for man
while the chirp of night leaks down on him.
You entered under shadows,
the dark of darkness weaving into apparitions.
We may see a section of it,
The sun wandering across us.
I recall the dis-ease tightening the soul,
bent to fit into hours of insignificance.
When will you arrive home?
Will your guests
be staying long
or will they step over graves like good soldiers
when we’re sunken, our ******* eaten?
Clear-cut skies climb inside our judgment
and the likeness cuddles up with a dreadful worship.
Keep leading us on our way, only curb your rage
to a simmer, feast instead on love.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 9:23 AM UTC
You have led us to this place.
There is no rest now, no slumber for man
while the chirp of night leaks down on him.
You entered under shadows,
the dark of darkness weaving into apparitions.
We may see a section of it,
The sun wandering across us.
I recall the dis-ease tightening the soul,
bent to fit into hours of insignificance.
When will you arrive home?
Will your guests
be staying long
or will they step over graves like good soldiers
when we’re sunken, our ******* eaten?
Clear-cut skies climb inside our judgment
and the likeness cuddles up with a dreadful worship.
Keep leading us on our way, only curb your rage
to a simmer, feast instead on love.
© 2010 by mark prime
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