Fossil of echoes

Only in its living flame can life be seen

Emotions distorted in the weather of time

stretch, bend, fade, loose their sheen

sacrifice turns to crime, butchery sublime

A dirty mirror, cracked and broken

Blind visions reversed, distorted

A revenant from a torn cocoon of words spoken

Years in silk chains leaves hope contorted

Fields of gossamer corrodes and rusts,

fading sticky strands of age,

bound lumps, of victims dusts,

seasons a recipe of rage

Spun cobwebs, drawn by twitches

Cubist paintings as a photograph

The brain's trash, riches

Echoes set in stone as an epitaph

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

An absolute masterpiece. Love the title and imagery.

[Soren]

Thank you so much 'Thomas I deeply appreciate the read and comment.