A Drier Seasons Wrath

Dry seasons flow into each other
Which year?
Laughing with a mouth filled with blood
Destroy the old, build anew
Upon this cult of suffering
Chaos of their faith espoused
The unrighteousness they envision
Their lives forever, structured to fail
Burning of the past
Ruining ourselves
The waters monosyllabic cry
A midwinter ghost drowns
Into the painted grey nature
The dearth of its love
It’s individual thoughts
A final tear…
A pitched wail…
Never more…

Ian V. Seymour ©2012

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