Face

Face of blue,

Coarse thorn

Behind.

 

Lonely

Nothing,

Dripped to

Depression.

 

Mean world

Chugging along,

Pretty things

Torn away.

 

Smoked up

In folly,

Fool’s mirror

To show

A vampire’s

Face.

 

Tracked down

And split,

Sod covered

Over

Wooden

Death

Embankment.

 

Carried along

To

Blackened

Bliss,

Moon shine

A reflector

Upon

What love

Had lain

Down.