Eclipsed

Grey shadow days Impossible opaque mid-afternoons Dense is the slaughterhouse dreams That melt into liquid nights of emptiness Fill the void/ flood horizontal rivers The shallow valleys are dry With nebulous filth growing in the heart Of forgotten children/speak to deaf ears Plead for mercy in an unmerciful world Diminutive is the pinwheel eyes Sleeping inside calcified souls Emotionless/disconnected Cut from the seed of life Silver spoons The wreckage at the bottom Of ancient teacups Bleed fast/ bleed slow Upon the red rose pedals Subdued in the garden of Mesopotamia No one will ever know The rubicund flesh Torn out from soft tissue tongues Inside deep throats Every thought every image Fallen to charlatan hearts Of cataclysm birth Life has eclipsed Into the obscure.. - Ken Riccio original poems ©