july 2021

 

                     (i)

 

...a feather is weighed against the heart

and the centuries fall

 

carrying away the truth

meteors sweep through the void 

 

shredding the skies

and humankind burns on

 

its ashen insouciance

no longer enough

 

no longer a choice

these dust-words

 

these trapped amber-words

these formulae, odes and axioms

 

that merely bruise the clouds

and turn the rivers black

 

for the weight of a single feather is irreparable

yet the truth still sweeps the void

 

searching for itself

a vagabond, a stray dog

 

snapping at specks of dust

growling at the strange faces

 

it thinks it sees

grinning in the dark...

 

 

 

                     (ii)

 

...first came the smoky voice

then the glossy, sequinned skin

 

flashing its coloured algorithms

in every conceivable direction

 

then came the borrowed self

the hollowed self

 

with its wrap-around suffering

its addictive concealment of the soul

 

for if I am, yet I am not

what then am I really

 

but a brief criss-cross of shadows

a knot of fibres

 

that draws insignificance

like a garment over my head

 

this brief, sequinned consciousness

flashing in every direction its midnight eyes

 

its smoky costume

its hollow costume

 

those smiles that are of an unsettling, strange sadness

of a love borrowed, a love denied...

 

 

 

 

                    (iii)

 

...wounds will always ululate

ballads will always come with swords

 

but still this music will rise

bringing to all a discordant heaven

 

an empire of unwavering kitsch

with its passwords to euphoria

 

its ever-promising, compulsive logins 

at the gates of paradise

 

to some new type of darkness

this impenetrable banality

 

these shadows of women

burnt into the walls

 

but these stairs, these steps are impassable 

there are just too many misconceptions

 

too many memories to climb over

and wounds cannot  be silenced

 

verses cannot be stilled

and the truth cannot exist alone

 

with this music

this indelible banality

 

this dance macabre

on the last few steps...