Robert Boyd Poet Elegy

Elegy

Elegy

this cryptic heart,
           
          vault of dissident scrolls,
          hemorrhagically inked,
          sacraments of savage lymphs
          and vicious tears, infested
          with luminescent worms
          that never blink
          in the sleepless black,
          feeding on the excrement
                                                 of nightmares

is chained in the Cavern of Septic Waters:
          
            the Communion of Arachnids is upon us
            (I see them breaking bread,
            a thousand swollen tongues
            licking the ruptured abdomen
                                                               of flies);

            i come apart screaming,
            i struggle between the razor-lips of time,
            i relinquish my right to thirst,  
            i languish in the putrid mud 
                                                             of corpses.


the metamorphosis is nearly complete.

                      swarms of leather-winged demons,
                      drone from thick hymnal of fear,
                      chant the liturgies of decay, 
                      cursing the nexus of light
                      that rapidly flee now these orbs
                                                                    of sight.


i have grown weary of the sanctions of breath:

                      Wherein heaves the orchestra of despair,
                      wherein lies the many hope-riddled carcasses,
                      wherein breeds the gift of fatted maggots,
                      Wherein moans the lonely incantations
                                                                             of endings.

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