Caught on the wind of infamy
Screaming gusts and violent hail
Come to fail
Come to fail
Pushed by vicious black envy
Pressed into a contemptuous mold
That will not hold
Will not fold this precious gold
Into ephemera

Sparks leap and dance at the thought
Of chance
The veneer is hard
And unwilling to be
Shaped to the size of your meager epiphany
Leap and dance
Leap and dance
Self righteous grandiosity
As if with we
There could be
Any

Bare
We are
Essential-
They know us not!
Grinding their nails on the hearth…
Waiting patiently for the drop…
I shall seize their eyes for their lack of vision!
I shall seize their fragrance, weak and misplayed
This mission
Caught upon rotten stance

They will know…
Death comes to us all
And we will not be forgotten.

©Jen2011 4-26