Theme: Death

Taken By Flash

Men, dogs, birds, butterflies,
their shadows all there is, not bleached
the instant like an eon ere they vaporized,
are printed on the pavement; and the girls
who walk away wear fabric
patterns : birds, bees, bursting
star shapes - any dark thing
scorch-imprinted on their naked skin.
Whoever comes back by the coffin door
with tales of hell fire,
do not look for how the flesh fell off -
to bare your bones is rather commonplace
in the enormity of horror;
do not look for fire storms
in the sockets of their eyes, still boiling.
By the printed shadows of the fall
of petals, and of cotton dresses
your will know the infinitely subtle matter
of their agony - the tangible inferno.
Then you will believe eternal dying.

31-Dec-2006

More By  :  Nicholas Messenger

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