the reemergence
of winter thrusting
suddenly from
the loose soil of
a grave she gave
no consent to be interred
in conjunction with
diatribes on the futility
of hope as parlayed
by half paralyzed
pariahs pantomiming
perjuring priests
leaves a fool tepid
perched upon the
precipitous pleas in
prehensile pandering

thereisnolight
intheperpetualgray

she was a divine wind
a kamikaze spitfire
destined for heaven
i was too reckless
a kamikaze spitfire
shot down over the sea