Yes, The Very Air Isn't Breatheable Over Our Side
I see your shadow on the wall
Your breathing fills the air
Incorporal. Your charnel stench
Ugsome. Hecate's stare
That penetrates my caul
Burns purely, melts the leaden pall
Your icy palm upon my breast
Is heavy as the earth
Impassable; my chancel bench
Is empty now. Of little worth
This woestruck palimpsest
In peace now, may it ever rest
Contributors: | Roland, F, N. |
Poem finished: | 16th November 2003 by Anon.. |