GRAVES AND DOGS SIMMER FROM THE DARKNESS

SETTLED IN TO THE NIGHTS TOUCH

The night dark in physical pain,

agony reserved for the body

that carries me through another sleepless night.

Feckless darkness

covered in clouds,

no moon to jump

that I can see

from my position

earth bound welded.

The rare heard noises stretch out

strange

unfamiliar

to one certain

in my sole cave carved out of the darkness.

A loud

rasping

snoring rattle

repeated

from yonder way

mimicking the pulse of my own pained heart.

Again

rest

repeat over and over

the once holy heartbeat of blood drenched earth.

A puppy with the millstone of its birth

wrapping its neck lifting it,

choking it til’ the long high whimper

is finally crushed out,

breath no more, the pulse gone

sustenance for this moonless night’s evil.

Night

needs not any help

from mortal souls

to disfigure the mind of them aware,

aware

of the demons lurking in the spaces

found between light.

Come to me bloodless death

sailing in on the neap tide night,

approach

take your mill portion hanging on the wheel.

I will wait as the night eats it prey

chewing the warm flesh

of dead youth

I will not fear

nor brook this satiated night.

I will finish my own hot

smoky business and

listening,

watching it eat

I will

ponder upon this noisy repose;

is it the banshee warning before me

or the unforgiving portent

sound of my own

impotent demise returning?

© M Durfee

4.5.2014