Just does not emerge correctly.
What has been…
What is left to be seen!
The fallen, who have encompassed their way round unmindful feet.
Crisped, insightful, deliberate, not by their own nature, everlasting…for another’s defeat.
The seasons have rearranged.
And, lost the entitled, in winds that ravaged.
In complacency, an aloof being, would use the expression…Savage.
Profound is the coven.
The ordained by hands of another.
Another who does not speak.
Yet, awaits a vale…to peak.
Mum, are the reptiles, the flora, the fauna…
A universe of beauty under soil’s sheet.
Thus they lay, in refinement, under my obtuse feet.
There is a haunting to this house only I know
For only I have been its witness
A collection of heirlooms too loud for the living-room wall.
Spirits in a bottle…minus a cork.
Slices of life severed with a knife.
Everyday a tour of ghastly duty…showered by the tears I cry.
An a-sexual ghost feeding off the body of the host.
Never just the forest or the tree.
Sometimes…they are more familiar to behind the scenes.
Just piney implants of somebody I used to know.
Enticing trails of northern life…gone awry.
Amid what we say…
And, the truth that we leave for another day.