Whispers
Ancestors
In the shade he stands
Fallen yet burning still
Facing indifference
As it spires through the haze
Breaking flesh upwards to
Whisper sorrows to the sky
Gaze stern into the cold
Gleaning fortunes dreamt untold
Therein
Once left to seek purpose
Beyond its own worth
To live
Spirits frozen in flux
The way is shut for all
Not shown
Landmark effigy to our time closing in
The glory of countless mundane deaths
Choking dust, blinding lust
He feels the last for what it is
Casting out the withered flower of aspiration