When the air shudders
and the air is thick with
onyx pressure, dunes of war,
muffled gusts and stubborn iron --
A tree sighs barren,
unable to support their own leaves.
A giant of reverence,
testament to love,
time's lust and an intimate rot long gone.
The bucking of future's specter,
the manic hoarse thunder at silent soil
and patience lost to rain's unbent ear.
They who died with a full belly,
remorse only for wind's kiss and Earth's embrace,
laying with demons,
open door, dialogue honey, a bookcase full, sore legs.
opulent hearts
-- Heaven's ******* and Hell's divine,
the Hummingbird of West Berlin,
the mortal's roach and the stars' first undead
with taut bones and ragged flesh,
amongst carnival lights
and eldest fire's pride,
returns to the World again.
