From Beneath Hades.

 

I parachute from the past.

And land in the future with broken legs.

I take comfort in contrast

But not that often.

 

Watching trees become twigs

Carefully constructing coffins

For adequate occupants

I have percieved.

 

Between courage and Heaven

There are heroes in doorways

Of seldom - seen kingdom's

Hoping for echoes they watch

 

Simple people compete in states

Of geographic boredom.

Melting like hot matches.

 

Deaf maniacs of Tartarus

Rule the blind world now.