The Death of One

The Decline of Everything Collection " Dark Literarture for a Diminishing World "

The Death of One

A blood orange moon hangs above

an ashen willow tree

underneath a path of cremated things.

Through the rotton remains

of something strange.

Descending down in thick black coils of mist

like snakes that move and twist , to the

Dark City where only death exists.

In each crosswalk , pushing past the cloned

cattle that crowd the street , going to slaughter

at the holy temples where they meet.

Down the parkway where every door painted red is

adorned with shrunken heads.

Bad religion holds dominion over those of

delusional opinions.

Coming upon a single oil lamp

shrouded in gloom above  a blackened door

heavy as a tomb.

Enshrined with cellar vines

decaying with corpse fed roots

that hang obtuse.

As the door struggles inward , the wind breathes shallow

candlelight throws shadows on the family congregation .

Slender  yellow eyes quiver ,

leer and lurch from atop their perch on a

mountain of belief , held upon pillars of salt

that crumble

thats faith

a cancer , feeding on the brain

bleeding

no healing

just stealing life ,

til gravity gives ground to the

illusion.

From behind the blackened door

at the gate  , be brave and wait . From the living to the dead ,

the slurred screams of endearment echo in my head .

A confession of confinement to your

death bed where you have been led into the darkness

that holds you.  For the moment far from the reach of pains

enrollment.  Memories will soon replace constraint and grow in the light

of the tunnel to free  you from the exhaustion of this lifes struggle.

You will soon know peace through deaths release.