gothic crenelations in iron and bronze
fall from a blood-and-chrome sky
the steel and concrete of skyscrapers
buckling under weights invisible, incalculable...
the heaven ruins in tumult !
bedevilled be the sky with Satans !
imps of night and funeral
dig the Zephyr barrow
and in moonshine golden, silvery
they entomb the memory of it all
respectfully.
behind the aether-stone-gate
an ancient, occult masonry
locks the secret, the shame, within
a hundred feet of solid rock.
something shines in the sky !
a hope unpregnant with truth
and full to the brim instead
with lies.
like the false sun you may witness
in the leering smile of a rapist.
and the souls of thieves and murderers
twinkle like impostor-stars
on a beautiful cosmic canvas, exhausted,
Stockholm-syndromed,
backgrounding...
the spleen of the sky is punctured
and ushered is another age.
between pillars of concrete and plastic
vapor the red hot smoke, it bellows.
over gardens of asphalt and asbestos
the nuclear fallout lands, covers.
and like shingles rashing hellfiery
on the child's skin of innocence
is our ever-sinly nature
a hideousness from which we can not hide.
like a black death of tongues in our mouths
it penetrates all of our defensive mechanisms
with the very words we, ourselves, try to speak.
and hurt by anonymity in depravation,
we became forgetters of our own origin.
everywhere i look !
oakwood carvings and idols
burn or melt or cry tears of blood !
to the sound and smell of downfall
an orchestral conduction sublime
echoes the sweet, sweet soundtrack
of Eschaton !
in thick ponds of amphibians
the lizard's sludge, black, boils
with reptilian spite; bubbles of evil air
break surface tension !
wenches ululate the songs of Night,
thirsty for a petrichor diluvian
impossible as that is to acquire
in a brave new world, a sewer-world
like this one...
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