of the beauty that could have been
ravaged by empty heads
of styrofoam rhetoric
filling their poisoned air
with more nothingness.
Sunflowers pouring revelation's light
into hell's infertile sanctuary
marked as a ruined sacrifice
by broken pillars
reflected in a huge demonic egg.
Hatching a last green thorn
in the fractured miasma
the spider's craft
making love to embers
of searing metal,
strung up in its web
of ephemeral steel
and supernatural roses.
No comments:
Post a Comment