Out of a cellar a mile deep,
To day and all that daylight brought.
A wolf is hiding in the wood,
The voice that whispers, “Come.”
I will, I will … remain in place.
Stay here, stay - we both are still.
Our lives have run in parallel;
When I seek unity, I still see two.
It woos me like a storm - playful, fateful
Then spins me about with upraised hands.
I plead with it, curse it, wish it death
Knowing when it dies I will too.
STILL LIFE
Call the world if you please
As pain is a burden of nothing
And that nothing will ease.
Sound the alarms even louder,
Attach bells to ward off disease,
For a public I fear will sleep
Through the end of the world
As the spikes they have nailed
Went into their own hands and feet.
BROKEN
A tongue more shrill
than any have spoken,
with each fang showing,
declared the day muffled,
the flat water broken
by wooden islands
in a harsh nowhere.
Enter a world
without future - all fire
descending a spiral stair.
Into malarial swamps
with the frogs croaking
their reminders of doom
for there is no deity
to be resurrected
from God's empty tomb.
