The Way It Always Used To Be

In our house divided Serpent swallows its own tail Hiding under eaves from caustic rainfall Slithers from relentless hail The herald’s horn blows empty Bannerless with rusted brass As a pathway twists to nowhere Sunken boneway through dry grass All the bluff and bluster’d daytime Shivers in the nighttime’s chill Hidden faces in the shadows Perching watchful on the sill For what man sits in judgment Calling out another’s fall Basking in a liar’s sunlight Wallow’d in a darker thrall Joy and laughter in opaque beakers Homunculus sealed in a jar Bottled hatred feeds that stranger Fallen angel, falling star Or are those moaning whispers Merely boggarts of the mind Niggling in the deepest recess As collective psyche must unwind Will we receive divine forgiveness For all the evil that men do Or is it just a sideshow Freewill drama in god’s zoo Remember golden summers Warmer breezes, taller trees Laughter floating down a hallway The way it always used to be All the shining moments Burning ashes from the past Smiling faces loving touches The moments never last...