Azure Veins

 Antlers made of fools gold,
 bones, that hang by a string
 counted, paying homage to
their immortal god,
 
Cold air singed by morality
 a boiling surge of words
driven, from the mouths of
fiends,
 Hearts and minds of gullible
 humans who give suck
weaved by designers of
sovereignty

Muted flame textured by
 the wind  lulls  parasitic
 tendrils from blind eyes
As harp,  whispers liar at  
the moon .

They  dwell in transparent
reflections, poison hues of
yesterdays flesh
Climbing,  crawling into endless trenches within the metal
and decaying mortar  of
religiosity
Symbols of immortality
 embellished with pearls cast
 aside from swine feeding

Collected by the man with the
wicked cowlick and defensive
grin.
He hovers over his own
 wickedness shadows , of
 murmurs from under his
 breath
His words  laced with Bella
 Donna he drinks from a cup
Raising his hand pieces of sun
spilling over into empty streets
 where ivy grows in bunches
around their feet
Winding through their  fingers
and toes not wanting to let go.
The Eastern sky shatters as
mammon rains on petals
and dandelions long spent