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.