Homicidal Denial
Homicidal denial. The trimming of one’s vision
Within the boundaries it can only stretch to driven
As far as the arrow of Pharisaic morality curves
To its halt of isms that badge the mind to rigid nerves;
No flying thing hovers above that disquiet frame
For there’s no one to venerate their seeing claim
Of the unseen, the mapping of the mapless skies;
The self flew away too, wailing out of sight highs,
Where light creases the dark like a misshapen portal.
If pride holds root, the lack to heed the call-burble,
Shall be excused as I got close and I missed it
But the shadow dragged back stands split
Against the unfounded testimonies with petty
Shrilling cries from those the darkness tunnel emptied
Their gorged out eyes, stolen breath from the nostrils,
Their blood vessels to the marrowless bones awestruck.
If acceptance leads the way, a soul-mirror holds out
The history, the name, the willingness to fight doubt,
To win back a kingdom lost to shame, guilt, and woe.
In tow is a caravan of what was a valley of dry bones.
