A virgin smeared in the midst of blood
chants the cry of casualty,
with the old-fashioned ivories
playing by itself inside the abyss.
A cherub of obscurity passed
leaving trails of silence –
an earsplitting stillness, of peace,
amid a breath of bereavement.
being was taken away…
a naive death for her.
The aperture of distress blubbers;
the light of paradise injures;
mystifying fatality questions;
finding answers of zilch.
An ethereal body appeared in a mirror,
stocked inside; screaming in silence.
As the wind screeched,
sweltering fire exploded down under.
Nudity revealed itself,
ruling its way to the dusts of justice.
Annoying to be heard, through
someone who’s eager to help.
Copyright © Ray Angelo Ong