Maelstrom
A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature.
The blackened police the striders in the dark…
a crippled plaything,
a hymn of the tourniquet and tethers.
...an earth-bound deities song.
...of the corrupt entertain fears.
The black politic of crippled idol giggles at noon.
The laughter of the loon in the maelstrom of the melancholy.
Mechanics of pale things.
...fear the eyes of the black chromed officers.
Enigmatic and mysterious thin men in rusted black armature...
draconian laws of rooks.
Hymns for an inky book.
Stratagems of military men and political puppets,
see the crippled thing unwind.
The god entwined.
Broken shells and barbed wires,
Rusted gears,
Twisted springs,
Men in black cloaks,
...suspicious eyes,
lords of crimes, and dire deeds.
...of the broken god mended,
in string-wired corsets and armature.
The dark police the sable striders.
riders on the storm in the darkness...
as corrupted something abides!
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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