The Trial

The Trial

The light was the path from a closed door,
The four coroners, arms spread, bringing
only wonder. What shadows flicker
under it as we pace the corridor of portals,
like riled up infants with demands.

"Demain,"
nous entendons.

The dark was the frame swept away,
The flood, the flame engulfing everything.
An auto da fé bifurcating the eyes,
One receding into shadow to view
our immolation.

Nous entendons Demain.

The Fall

The Fall

It all dropped a
way leaving the hole
to pretend its namesake's
leap never happened.
The infant wound squirmed,
the others clutching their
sides in pain,
startled.

Whispers.
Shh.
Huddle.
Cover it, but do
not let it heal.

06/03/09