Friday, 17 October 2014


Slit your throat
and watch red trickle down
the crevice between those towering mounds
-my tower on crumbling days
down fields of black sprouts,
bending to give way- surrendering

watch that firm steady gaze
waver for once -in near defeat
white turn pale red, black dilate glazed
and tears betray fear
as sturdy limbs flail and lax

now those terse lips quiver
pleading to overturn the inevitable
as white congregants turn gay
red cloaks creep slowly over their
saintly facade, filling ancient gaps

i will warm those purpling 
lips with mine and love them
and pretend to give you life
and pretend to perspire in sincere effort

... and for once
be the hero - tragic hero
return from a long forgotten battle
disheveled and unkempt by time and duty
yet victorious and unhurt
...from a duel with you