Sandman

What then,

When hours come to gather our 

Brief divinity

What then, when

All that ever is 

Begins to fail

 

When serpents, like concubine tend

To the evanescent sun

When scorpions abound and spill from cold white night

Silver filling into red 

Paregoric tincture like amorous pain

What then,

When crumbling castles of

Sandmen 

Blue as morning's haste

Wash away into black stains to cry out their infamy 

What then?

When we become the sterilized 

Tattoo needle inoculates

What then,

When all these sins are deemed forever clean in flog and fire

The screams from rips absolved

A smile to serve as foolish King 

A crown to wear as beggar

What then?

When days we pray to pass 

Descend into the dead claws of memory

Into the gold and yellow fields we know as promise

What then?

When old brother tyranny

Whispers my hand into decadence

Will we return to the cold thin lips

To photographs in street-coats of gray,

What then when welded

Our consciousness to fear

What then,

When all reductions,  

Like the first of air awakes

Pinned to our solitude

Stamped in awareness 

What then will

Remind us of

All these stages,  

Every inch, every step

Innumerable, uncertain

A wonderment

We know as only life

But what then

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Hmmmm... I truly wonder if we start again or simply slip into soul-sleep...

... a peaceful sleep until the next awakening.

It is something to think about and I often do, especially when certain hearts cease to beat.

Alisa

[Perdition]

I wonder more about the heart still beating..all else will arrive soon enough and there is far too much still to do and write dear poet. Thanks A,

[Alisa Js]

Yes, indeed... the hearts that are still beating need our love and care... I agree 1000000% !!

Wishing you well on this day in paradise...

Alisa

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

We all fall down....til then

[Perdition]

Our pockets filled in posies I take it ? Why not??...Thanks Queenie ! As always, a wip though hopefully I be done~