Pious Weavers

unnatural

ghost song

silent specter

rides low and

awkward

in an instant

fallen heroes

rise mighty

 

the spoken

word is laid

restless on

deaf ears open

suggestive

burdensome

weight

on empty tomb

 

together

last we speak

in tongues

a lashing cry

wiped clean

old memories

a history

gone

 

dawn rising

high on tide

gentle drift

sways naked

youth

placid shore

lost sailors

float nowhere

 

sky burn open

bruised blue

the seas green

eye bright orb

at birth seeks

cool waters

to swell lies

now compelling

 

truths turned

inside-out

looms large

forgotten

space

gratified need

glorified in

deed

 

fool keep

to marriage

children

hunted breed

derision

beating heart

festering

small town

 

lonely child

dutiful in

playful need

made bitter by

hidden scars

long forgotten

days untold

in stories

 

old stone

rock fearful a

balanced gait

delicate bind

honed smooth

in aged grace

howling a

withering rot

 

junkie juice

& yellow skin

growl in

clutching mad

mothers breast

flow white

foaming mouths

forsaken

 

profane the

sanctimonious

on harp songs

phantom

shadows emerge

wavering greed

crucifixion &

insurrections

 

closet fags

homogenous

in bondage

left limp

infectious

seeds of love

wounds open

highway vein

 

ritual passage

sane impudence

gathers in

hunger

under deceit

dialects

replaced by

new cravings

 

hands leather

dance together

old writhing

knots left

behind mules

wind swept

blind

eyes held shut

 

slit slow

numb surprise

toned flesh

monster

in fury

blooms virtue

enslaved by

neglect

 

pious weavers

pity the

reckless spirit

disturbed in

resolute

hunger

the rebirth

of hedonists

 

isolated

minds coalesce

tied together

under hidden

doctrine now

fall heavy

to bleed Christ

road to heaven

 

materialize at

wanton need

dissolute folly

fixated in pain

now betrayed by

words spread

symbols

insidious

 

twisted reins

in step steady

furor

plaiting cruel

whips that line

cracked earth

solitude

sees nothing

 

as smiles grow

in disclosure

lies unveiled

murmur restless

the hearts

left vulnerable

those moments

in truth

 

Robert Hnasko