Mordant Wind

the tangible fabric

of your magnificence

truly fictitious

like your tender clasp

rusting shut

revisited on dark terrain

the silver underneath the moon

like a sardonic

undercurrent

seeking out your frigid heart

looking down from the crypt

on your past transgressive thrills

crawling on charnel ground

the beckoning quarry

of your stone plight

sliding rancid down the valley

from the ravishing heights

so lavishly adorned

by soaring graves

the vulture murmuration

observing..

eyes, like flashes in the dark

looking down on your crypt

on the gleaming

charnel ground

mordant wind!

how your lips peek

back from your teeth

towering guilt and fear

up the mordant wind