Worlds Apart Poem by Kwan Yin

Shadow faced name carried by curse
spitting up dark lumps of virus
gift from your empty purse
dumb luck gifted you unfocused yellow iris

Leaping barbed wired noose stolen pride
Ideal plaque blackbeat of your hearts tower
cold as autumn rain but glowing warmth inside
childhood on a string graced with power

Song of rabbits death scream loud awakened
ancestral stench decay pale boned hands
Robe of white hailed as truths blackened
judged by hate inflicting pain outside lands

String them up on the highest bark of your tree
Spin around taking chunks from spasmed legs dangly
Take their breath as your own victory
Things will change but not for you or me

I drink wine from these earthly vines
Love you gained sleeping peaceful cased within my heart
There is one crawling beneath dust silenced chimes
A view to admire blades within a grave could not part