Arid Souls

There is no love
amidst the arid souls
long dead in uniformed alignment
by dross laden epitaphs
that speak the names of those
energy barren conductors of
misguided faith/s

steeped in desperation
scratching the surface of space
belonging to they who
resonate stillness
in the void

And the loveless
will have their daemons
inhabit all the forms of
their past lives
in genetically modified coffins
awaiting their return