you broke me
slithers of prism light
mystic cherubs
loafe on shoulders
statue starved
exhausted knees unfolded
like wrinkled hands.

now
it's all gone to hell
demons and pitchforks
staggering corpses
clawing their way back up
to the sun

Such hands beaten raw
Satiated by the burning scold
A cauldron
A crucible
Relished light pure
Danced upon the morays of morrow
chubby children of old

stolen to that which is ended.
nothing but tomorrow.

bleached bones
and stars
dance on tiptoe
deafening and wretched
on the graves of the few
who cared to ask