THE GHOST OF STOLEN HEARTS

(an unrhymed pantoum in iambic tetrameter)        
       
I wake to grayly flaccid light        
Where Moon devours red Sun’s heat        
A land of sweetly scented Ghosts        
Where flightless crows forget the sky  
       
Where Moon devours red Sun’s heat        
In streets of bone like broken teeth        
Where flightless crows forget the sky  
The weight of Ghosts remains unseen        
       
In streets of bone like broken teeth        
In rooms that conjure Earthly tears        
The weight of Ghosts remains unseen      
The churches where the corpses feed      
       
In rooms that conjure Earthly tears        
Of failed incantations brought        
The churches where the corpses feed      
With airs of golden ashes glut        
       
Of failed incantations brought        
The shattered splendor poisoned me        
With airs of golden ashes glut        
I was the ghost of stolen hearts        
       
The shattered splendor poisoned me        
Where once I touched its sacred coin        
I was the ghost of stolen hearts        
And witness Oz that they still see        
       
Where once I touched its sacred coin        
I wake to grayly flaccid light        
And witness Oz that they still see        
A land of sweetly scented Ghosts