Let the Night Fall Silent

 

Blown is the westerly wind

That carried us here, disappeared and

Never returned to the body that

Floats burning, unseen, disconcerted in

A freedom dream

Choked by the breath

That stokes the fires of

Sky, the fires of

Ground, the fires of

Corporate concrete novelty

Gray and gold fluorescence

Flaring under our eyelids as

A carousel of glittery mucky

Wonder

Slammed is the door

In the face of the

Dreamer, the Fantasist, the Romantic

Disgraced by the poetry of

Salvation and strung up by the lilt of

Indifference

City lights shimmering

Superfluous superficial supernatural color

On black waters that sweep us

Underground like magma cooling into

Bedrock that bears the stampede

Of a million heavy

Carefree feet

Wept are the tears

Of innocents behind bars of

Solitude, gunned down triple by the

Devil of love, devil of hatred, devil of

Metamorphosis

Blue with woe yet with

Stars in the reds and whites of our eyes

Beautiful and irredeemable

Blameless and irreproachable

In the face of an erupting volcano.