Elegy
Elegy
this cryptic heart,
vault of dissident scrolls,
hemorrhagically inked,
sacraments of savage lymphs
and vicious tears, infested
with luminescent worms
that never blink
in the sleepless black,
feeding on the excrement
of nightmares
is chained in the Cavern of Septic Waters:
the Communion of Arachnids is upon us
(I see them breaking bread,
a thousand swollen tongues
licking the ruptured abdomen
of flies);
i come apart screaming,
i struggle between the razor-lips of time,
i relinquish my right to thirst,
i languish in the putrid mud
of corpses.
the metamorphosis is nearly complete.
swarms of leather-winged demons,
drone from thick hymnal of fear,
chant the liturgies of decay,
cursing the nexus of light
that rapidly flee now these orbs
of sight.
i have grown weary of the sanctions of breath:
Wherein heaves the orchestra of despair,
wherein lies the many hope-riddled carcasses,
wherein breeds the gift of fatted maggots,
Wherein moans the lonely incantations
of endings.
Copyright © Robert Boyd | Year Posted 2020
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