the last one

What are we permitted to save

The new earth is dead having already committed

Its entire being

To a many tongued reflection

Quit searching behind

The past perfect judgements of good and evil

Beyond, rather

The bright isles of wind, a mount

Stands a little higher than the world

From it, a declaration of earnest

Howls, “Shall”

To grieve

The age of innocence has decayed

The lanterns needn’t light themselves

In the persecuted church

With garlands woven with the journey

Trimmed with dirt

As if this were not more than enough

Justice served

High born and invisibly armed

An undecorated revenge

But they say carrying secret weapons is forbidden

Exchange is to bargain for oblivion

It’s stock in the waters where the shades find drink

The issue in once in every hundred is forever

Is love true; truth, love?

Is nothing holy

If not these borderlands

Shadows in a dark room

Too heavy to hold themselves up