Necropolis

The binomial scrolls list captive waste, But the breathing chrysalis bound to the dark Secured to the radian orbital stone In the peripheral absence of the lark She breathes alone She remains unknown She has no divisor to wilt her life Nor governing census of phylum and foe No patent pending inscription to wear She has no divisor and no ratio She is entombed But she’s not doomed The abyssal eclipse consumes their eyes And the nebulous ash is in between Their venom, their amulet of death Embalms only the ones seen Their sun is rayless Their sky is starless Upon the global breadth they have marched Wearing arcane lenses of blinding light Blistering bane of knowing all Thinking the wrong is right At the ecliptic frontier I shed a lonely tear