Abyss At 6am
I met a homeless man in Mc Donald’s,
Dark bereft, legs of stone instead of flesh,
Asleep inside the door, who in his dreams,
Immersed me in Gamma Rays and declared:
‘Let me be known as Black Hole, King of Stars,
Look on my works ye mighty and despair.
Nothing beside remains, boundless and bare,
The lone abyss stretches to you this day’.
Round the decay of this colossal wreck,
This sleeping heart mocked by living streets,
The one of many with nowhere else to go,
I thought of massive things, cosmic events.
The lonely suck our souls, infinitely,
Ripping us asunder, like spaghetti.
©dbyrne dec 2013
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I should add that Percy Shelley’s wonderful sonnet Ozymandias was
my corner stone inspiration in writing this version of mine.
His poem is one of my all time favourites :)
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2013
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