Poetry

Freezing was not required 
for the casket. It only contained 
a shroud. 
 
The schism had scored a 
victory. Bystanders will find 
a dark matter 
 
between the words. The god was 
very lonely today. The black wounds 
start crying. 
 
A white cloud climbs the eagle’s 
span. A golden moon walks like 
a big tear. 
 
A surge of greed will take over 
the yellow throne. Someone puts 
it, a spiritual horror.