10 April 2014

The Dark


we are all dragged

into the darkness

to those cancerous tropics

where there is no power to prayer

and there is no mercy shown

the seven deadly sins accrue

from tiny scattered seeds

to blossom as capital vices

the memory slowly drags us down

a sickly and appalling harvest

awaits us on the threshing floor

where a hushed funeral pall

blankets us with the silence

of dark and hollow wings