The Stillborn Child
These words will make you feel
What it is, only you can know
They will not divulge into grade school
Rhythmic rhyming rhetoric
Like so many before,
And too many to come,
Spewing forth unintelligent regurgitated
Beginners banter...rather,
They will peel the mask from your face
And the shallow person's shade
Lost in chaos,
Pale semblance when you
Aren't inspiring
You are the one behind the fair weather and foul
You tremulous distorted form
More vast shadows at the threshold
Gaudy shapes engulf
Apoplectic tides fickle with disbelief
Prodigious lovely monster
Queen of the nether
Skittering in the tall orbits of ether
And stars honeycomb your molecules
Transfixed solitude, drugged
A dazzle of vacuity
On bloodthirsty cackles
Immense assault hoped for
On your chalky face
Your dirt-caked mouth exhales
Mortal midnight sun
Her soul is dry
There are no more sages
Where her perfumes once sang
Where lashes fluttered
I'll speak of dead leaves woven
Unseen hands pattern the false forest
Pitter and patter of tiny hands
A blood-soaked gurney
Returned to origin
The stillborn child.
AutOmatIc-12
edit on 1-11-2012 by AutOmatIc because: stillborn