Grief Urchin

His steps are dogged by blight Fearful eyes sinking into sockets Limbs disjointed, hollow bone Sludge does drip from their fingertips Boulevards buckle The beacon of indifference Seizes in disgust and attraction Horizons loom Ominous and vast They destroy the wombs Of gestating iconoclasts Horizons loom Ominous and vast Celebrate the tombs... Grief urchin His gaze is hounded by doom And all therein will feel the swoon No decay without dismay No vocal chords to helplessly bray Air and rot meld into one Death throes under smirking Son