Song
of the Gothic I
Moon-faced
in the silence
Of
the dying town
Where
the lights weaken
From
kaleidoscopic
To
near gothic gray
Pictures
lay all
About
the floor,
The
debris and all
The
things you dearly miss,
Strewn
as litter
Across
the pavements
Vacated
by lone hearts
And
arrows
Buckled
as twigs
Are
in forests
With
owls laughing about
Them,
In
your moon-face,
Sulky,
and made of silk
Easier
to break
Than
mend
Like
a plastic
By
wind’s heavy hand
You
are.
Song
of the Gothic II
No
one believes
My
sight
Especially
When
I am standing,
Feeling
the intricacies
Like
rubble
Inside
a hole
Outside
a cave
From
a fallen
Cliff,
Above
where
Usually
I
breathe.
Song
of the Gothic III
Pallid
as powder
Drained
of power
Emaciated
before
Kings,
And
queens
And
thirsty at the throne,
With
the image
Of
his face, and there I
Laying
bare
As
did Adam
With
my hands
Stretched
out
I
am the eagle
I
am feeble
Already,
Drained
as a
Punished
soothsayer
We
have no alchemy
You
love me not
This
is not romance
I
sing
The
song of the
Gothic,
The
lyrics to which
The
devils writhe
And
the angels weep
As
infants do
At
an untimely pinch
To
the skin,
I
fade into
The
cloak
Worn
by night,
Tonight
Is
the night
I
sing the song of
The
gothic.
© Raeez Jacobs. 2012.
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