Black Butterfly

POEM " BLACK BUTTERFLY " by martin gedge Though shall hold the darkness in the hands that reap the soul a purge onto the serpent with the eyes as black as coal death it will deliver on the spines that break the back an ax onto the servant with the thrust of every hack limp upon the knees he shall remain to fall the floor and vultures will subscribe to feast the angels they adore to plead for heaven sake there be remorse in due of kind a pig will do the jig a rub it's filth into the wine for light will burn on empty in the silent solitude to rip the skin and bake within the oven in the nude and scale the dial of fowl and file to fuel the deadly gas to take to sky black butterfly of feather dust and ash... by martin gedge ©