At Dusk

[annadelica]

Cleaning beads on
Men all wondrous
Leaves a forgotten shadow
Brutalized on pane

Dotted whores that
Ripped apart evil things
Behind backs
Belt a foghorns cry:

"O Channel glory rise!"

I watched in amazement
As cages of enslavement
Shattered hollow
In a heart beat
God help me
What breathes here?
A fool eclipsed by pain?

It had never crossed my mind
Those insipient lies
Were yours alone to tell.