When Words Fail Me

When words fail me, my shadow will trail me: A meandering silhouette. Numerous adventures , we will embark upon No words will be spoken! Naturally! Or unnaturally! Countries vast with barren lands Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and Windswept oceans. On winged birds, we will fly Undulating to the wind. We will look down And take note of delicate webs That both the humans and spiders span. Webs of lace. Webs of networks! Fragile emotions perfumed With bitter sweet lotions Of course I won't have words To describe these! In images they will be inscribed. Beguiled smiles, and veiled eyes. In stones. Carved with a scintillating sword. And corpses: savagely occurred. In landfills. Cemeteries. And slaughterhouses. We will pray; my shadow and I That there will be no more of these Corpses to come: the savage kinds! Both of living beings or shattered dreams! Not in words, shall we pray but In scents and images and other senses!