I.

 

Bellowing deep below the earth’s crust

Carnivores and whores

Of all nations, creed and blood

 

They form in lines

So far as the fifth eye can see

Lining up, center straight

 

With teeth that scrape side’s post

They scratch, they etch

Leave their name, leave their mark

 

Private sales, one week at a time

Entering the common man’s lift

To be hidden in cloaks of emperor’s past

 

Institution’s possession

Difference only by technique and wealth

Each labeled in a jar on a shelf

 

 

II.

 

Be forth

Forbidden path, road unlike the former trinity

Passage of light now seen by known

 

On the length of moon’s night

A sparrow’s song silenced

Thorns removed from their keeper’s position

 

Even thy enemies venerate her

Revealing innocent vulnerability

All mend their exhausted time frames

 

Exchanged in torridness

Captured at dawn’s rise

Now fertile with unexpected seed

 

Embark on your odyssey

Take the howling winds ahead

Question nothing but the sea’s roar

 

 

III.

 

Voyage hesitant of momentum

Calming calls abandoned, echoed against walls

Secrets confessed in the widow’s room

 

Opening to the great abyss

Void now filled with pillars of salt

Stolen and still

 

Sinking to the bottom, the deep

Voiceless creatures howl

All is quiet, vacant and unheard

 

Uncertain of compass’ direction

Opposing outcome destined

Confined to one’s vault of desolation

 

Witness deceased aging with disease

Not a fatal thrust of a stone dagger can please

Enduring a grand death, brought to thy knees

 

 

 

 

© 2009 David Greg Harth

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