The Furies
A faint whiff of the antiseptic
Breeds delusive wishes out of hand.
Silence blankets the land.
dashes into the past
drifts into the future
applying the suture, as ye go
to confront the holy trinities of fate,
dishevelled, palpitating; discomforted.
Free of all the burdens of the present.
We learn to sweat again
along these avenues of night
We dread the tight hands around the slim throat
dispensing perspiration, spreading the sweat
hands slide over foreheads whimpering, slick-words.
I am full of fright on this bone-white night.
Those who mistakenly sought negotiation.
with the furies,
when their time had run out,
bleed from heart and soul,
Breeds delusive wishes out of hand.
Silence blankets the land.
dashes into the past
drifts into the future
applying the suture, as ye go
to confront the holy trinities of fate,
dishevelled, palpitating; discomforted.
Free of all the burdens of the present.
We learn to sweat again
along these avenues of night
We dread the tight hands around the slim throat
dispensing perspiration, spreading the sweat
hands slide over foreheads whimpering, slick-words.
I am full of fright on this bone-white night.
Those who mistakenly sought negotiation.
with the furies,
when their time had run out,
bleed from heart and soul,
they seem to know,
only the lucky grow old.
only the lucky grow old.
