#excommunication
I.
This, a final offering,
before the clipping of wings.
A love like blood,
oh anathema.
A grey declined to black,
oh herem.
It means salvation
knelt with darkness.
II.
So it be!
So it be!
So it be!
Ring the bell,
close the book,
blow out the candle.
Douse the sacred sun
and find belief caught in fishermen's nets.
III.
In silence of angels,
climbing broken ladders,
no ascent, no longer.
Salvation has
knelt with darkness.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 8:16 AM UTC
There is violence
In this silence
In the words that you don't speak
Accusation
In excommunication
That lasts for months and weeks
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
Part I
It’s hot tonight,
Boiled tonight.
And I’m drunk tonight
So I scatter tonight
As opposed to
Sleeping tonight; so
Alone’d pave my way.
I speak to parchment,
And with dehydrated
Tongue.
So stack the syllables,
So ebb the songs,
And if words could be
Bricks,
I’d end the stares
And disallow
The gentle breeze,
My window;
Not quite frigid yet,
But like her breath
With a hint of ice,
If only enough,
To coerce my hair,
Specifically
The strands on the
Back of my neck.
And so, we’d shiver.
To be continued…
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC