Weeds

the winter of history whistles
and flurries around us

weeds over-grow
the mauled crumbling of the heart
a husk of desolation

cast off
as in our brute days

and grief
doth not weave
the tissue of tears
nor sorrow ourify

but lies with me in memory
as the years distance themselves
the flight of wild white swans
through the scudding clouds

caverns of the mind
bleak, bleak as dreams

dark, dark, dark,
dark amidst the blaze of noon

and ice-white hounds let slip
with rage red teeth come hot from hell
eyes ablaze with hunger

cells of darkness
divide and multiply
gather unseen like birds

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