In A House Of Fire



Away from the scorched sky

In the entrails of this cave

Even the darkness is red

Jewels fade into bloodless flowers

And the strange stench

Of fathom-deep places and fear.


Tensing a calloused hand

The senses untouched

Tongue cleft and parched

Utters cursed penitence

For a cloudburst.


The acrid soil, I spill

The split seed tumbles yellow

Brittle dust scratches

Retinal fireflashes

Scours the sad skin

Withering and vacant






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