flashing life

mercury spilling from black
in pools that polish a worn path
to the lair of an ugly and
unrepentant sinner.

stumbling on, he trips on toil
and arrogance.
bastard branches that hide under
fretting feet.

he curses the wider world for his
current state and narrow opinions
Inebriation. too drunk to stand still
too weary to lay down, drowns in
perspiration

he stumbles on over temper rutted
ground.
pools of black on the track so well
beaten.
stop! what is this?
ink of ignorance maybe.

Its shape lends itself to that
thought
a question mark in ebony.
dreams emerge. edgy shapes erupt
and faces of thoughts entertained
in madness.

the stains coalesce and rise
before stricken eyes
a raven ascending
a shadow only

the track is wet and tacky
warmth and cold invade a failing
body.
he feels once more the terror rise
he dies in spreading shadows.

  -dave kavanagh

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