Days join nights in
siege of seasons;
requests for clearly defined
lines and rationales discarded like litter
lining the pathways strewn with mortal shards
and tears dried on hot tarmac, replenished with other torrents
spilled by soured sweetness.

An irreparable rent through the veil.
See that thread branded
like an ugly scab,
unlike baby skin it would
never heal.
Tragedies working like clockwork,
little tin soldiers ready to take turns in
battles unowned.

When nights join days,
black overrides white.
"Go", tin pawn, you commanded me,
"get on the ground with all the others"
but careless,
through choice or ignorance of
gnarled claws, serpent vines,
shadowed bodies
holding out patiently,
for that hideous embrace
in the deep.