Epitaph of Man

Stony faces glaring taciturnly into night’s angels
we call for the naked truth
when we crave phantasmal myth

crescent moon weeping concrete tears
the stars escaped long ago




ancient faces of children stare





unblinkingly into a blinding sun

On the burial ground of the dusk
resurrection of twilight




the river has bled dry
the settlers have killed it







Mask of rose colored glass collapses


now we see the darkness of a man’s heart

careful, here be monsters…





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