Blinding The Hydra

Why did I dig up the drowsing sins of youth,

Morgue chilled memories

An unearthed carriage of Passover plagues,

The voyaging muse

Shaking skeletal willows free of grevious bitters,

Scorched communion fruit

Shaded lipstick red,

Violent rains

All flustering fury.

Why did I forget to shear the unruly mange of time

And pacify its absolved seed

Of wormy weed

That now murders a catatonic sky

With a scream of blood letting thunder,

Its shadowed drapery of nipping pall

Mutilating the sacred stony silence.

Redemption’s tidings

Tumble leaden from brass heavens,

Eating through the soul wisp sacramental air,

The jeweled belt of flame suckling stars

A dawning halo

To encircle the sad slunken earth

Under funeral of night,

And plant the flowering bud of Life,

Blinding time’s fettered Hydra

And its wretched trinity of eyes.