Death’s awakening tarnishes man’s golden imageAs it hovers nightlong above the timeless village sceneGrieving mothers curse the gulp of man’s timelessnessFleeting as the ivy’s green mid-autumn Our bodies beaten bruised Our spirits lesioned purple Limbs tattered, gruesome We lie fallow Along bronzed riverbeds and streams Wordless at dissolving night’s sky The serpentine briar burns Silver … Continue reading Our End