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THE MOSS UPON THE BARK V: ID
A dread remembered upon this dirge
Paths of pariahs, their twisted curves
Towards house of song preach the lepers
To savour what in exile would fester
We will wait forever atop the mound
For idle hands to break from the ground
Our brothers toil against famine kiss
And in your safety you would witness this
It is bleeding
Eyes affixed
Mask of the jester
Harlequin of shame
Dead from the beginning
Choreographed nightmare
I wear
This life that never mends
To pair
With what the helix sends
You would burden them
With paltry discontent
A crass note sings
From the greenery of death
Weathered pages smeared with blood
The trial came before the flood
Laughter from the walls, these painted halls
Black eyelids open, behind me crawls
It was me
The symbol embedded, funerary robes
That I knew before
Out the pane, you see them smother periphery
In this hour, struck the bell of epiphany
A deflowered rose plucked from chastity
Is this how you'll pardon your sanity?
And we became one, your despoiled son
Cast out from the light of rotting heaven
Aback into the shade of the trees
Moss began to grow upon me
I share
My pace with river bends
To where
A sylvan mist descends
Published 27th Jun 2017
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28th Jun 2017 2:54am
The first two stanzas are excellent, I like where it goes from there, good twists and turns, I like the mystery of a ' helix ', it's ethereal overall...
