Tenebrae Poem by Tom Billsborough

The Whole West becoming lemon-yellow..
And where the zenith bars, below the silent clouds,
In blackened flocks the melancholy birds
Continually streak the false sky with rain.

And in the garden sombre leaden haloes
Roses that are touched with violet wash,
And the vague dusk turning truth to lies
Inserts strange vapours damply where it brushes.

Livid, yellow-dazed and dulled by lead..
Within my ears a horse-fly hums a round
In monotone which seems to come from nowhere
That I know and leaving tears says: Never.. never.