vrijdag, februari 15, 2019

The Black Edge

15 februari  2019
by theraggedwagon

The Black Edge
Sinister and cloying
near the light
untransformed fear
near the light
near the light
And in the dark
the fuminous dark
the poisonous dark
the graves exhumed
the devil must rise
blurring at the edges
no words left
and in the dark
how long the victims
asked away
within the ground
within the dark
those opaque hungry souls
unlearning the past
and all these wounds
now so near the light.
I waited
under the tree
in its speckled shade.
where figures danced
and were consumed
only to reappear again.
different and the same.
I sat for a while
resting my back
against the bark
of the ancient oak
yielding to its strength
its aloneness
It waits too.

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