Thomas Wells Poet Didactic

Tenebrous Night

Tenebrous night steals autumn days,
Invading ink subtracts the breath of light,
With tarnished mingling edge,
With dusty dusk’s laments.

Tenebrous night of immutable grave,
Infiltrating melanin loots the golden glow,
Where criminal and crucifix sink,
Where dream and delirium drown.

We are merely complexions of being
With frivolous hearts,
Chalking pigment lines to cleave
The cloak of skin we all share,
Chasing the encasing that divides us. 

Across the planet, lines of disparity,
	          Lines of uneven imparity,
Across the globe, lines of ruling class, 
	          Lines of the toilers and indigent class.

We are merely complexions of  being 
	        Carving rich from poor, 
	                Along lines of race and class. 
We dread what may come to pass.

Tenebrous night our final gasp,
         The tenuous squandered
                             Dwindling light we grasp.

Published in Dissident Voice: November 28th, 2021

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Anil Deo November 9, 2021 at 2:44 PM Wow, the well-carved and crafted poem, richly diction-ed, and Brain's comments. amen and shalom, shalom Thomas Wells November 13, 2021 at 1:12 PM I value your comments immensely. Thank you so much, Anil! Pax!

Brian Sambourne October 27, 2021 at 8:45 PM Quite a powerful write, Thomas. I especially like the way you bridge the individual toil with our "frivolous hearts" to the class warfare "carving rich from poor." Strong poetry! Your final 3 lines are (to me) the despair of collective failure to right wrongs. Congratulations on such a sharp, creative piece. Brian Thomas Wells October 27, 2021 at 11:54 PM I can't thank you enough, Brian! You nailed it.