Mordant Wind
The tangible fabric
Of your magnificence
Truly fictitious
Like your tender clasp
Rusting shut
Revisited on dark terrain
The silver underneath the moon
Like a sardonic
Undercurrent
Seeking out your frigid heart
Looking down from the crypt
On your past transgressive thrills
Crawling on charnel ground
The beckoning quarry
Of your stone plight
Sliding rancid down the valley
From the ravishing heights
So lavishly adorned
By soaring graves
The vulture murmuration
Observing..
Eyes, like flashes in the dark
Looking down on your crypt
On the gleaming
Charnel ground
Mordant wind!
How your lips peek
Back from your teeth
Towering guilt and fear
Up the mordant wind