The Riddle Is Failing

The riddle is failing And the rocking wars are laughing The night away in bits of sweat And dreams of sex do not placate The screaming vision of sun The moon is reeking Mother-lust in death’s guilt Not to pay the noiseless sum Of numbers floating prophecy In the eye of smoke and storms Faith slices a solution In the veins of deaf priests Who know the visions of Angels Dipped in black wings To know what blood pangs for Babes and nations cry deceit In crystal coffins lined with lye -S burning throats selling secrets Who know the vultures’ circling cry Bathed in kingdoms pressed to sigh The eagle hunts too high to fall Down in the Gods’ endless scream The raven whispers in the shadow’s beak Perched in eyes dissolving science As a prayer awaits broken silence…