Waiting For Knights To Fall-Laura Doom
Waiting For Knights To Fall
By Laura Doom
night falls
heavily
a grotesque contusion
spreading fleshbound rumours
over severed sinews of reason
moonshine murmurs incontinent
casting slurs upon illicit vapours
fetid fruits of necrosynthesis
stars come out
from unmarked closets
well-rehearsed hallucinations
fertilise a field of visions
precious stone-ground manna
a new consolation borne
dawn breaks the spell
wand-waiving killjoy
heads well up
eyes will roll
sun rises
yawns
stretches the truth
condescends a smile
earth turns
an unnatural shade of green
throwing up disasters
like there’s no tomorrow
mother nature frowns
bites her tongue
bandages her empty hand
lights up another poet
and waits for knights to fall
Copyright C 2007 Laura Doom