i want
something
to shake me
alive
from my
deadfall
rot
© Michael Raven
ashes
beyond…/
to dream
to slip this coil
drowning beneath the
black velvet waves
to liminal places
where the writhing
pain fades
to sail beyond all
sunsets
to sail beyond all
dawns
fairy tales/
between yesterday
thorn and ruin
scarlet flecked lips
sigh and sleep
behind the veil of dream
unawakened/
posies and ashes
mask of the crow
all the children
dancing in circles
as the reaper
kisses the blind ones
a-slumber shuffle
through mendacity,
blithe and fearless
as the dance goes on
and on and on
