Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Procession

Bird, cat, beast
The path lines.
Engulfed
And luna shines.

Dandelions, chrysanthemums, petunias, posies
Hack, chop, sift and clear
Its understood now
The glinting silver is near

Black and scarlet
Earth and rose
The wreath of verve
Enters ritual close

Drops of water
The underneath beckons
Tears red amalgam
The beat quickens

On head it looms
In heart it treads
Slowly... stealthily
The blade tears to shreds

The name he knows
In hood, the curse
The staff leads
Ahead... the kindred hearse


The rose bleeds.
Vehemence...
The cross turns,
Silence.