Order Poem by Henrique Ankerkrone Caldas

I see their reflection shift around this broken order
In this world of mad enchanters, where there is no order

I hear the gasps of weighted spirits beclouding windows
With a freezing flame, hushed... the dying breath of order

I smell brine in the bloody sweat of hard-working dreamers
Who swear they will reach the fabled happy ever order

I taste the bleach of ashen skies in flakes of cinder rain
Of cities, copses, crackling corpses from crooked order

I touch The Veil of murky colors, torturous waters
Where gagged freedom suffocates from profitable order

I feel the lashing agony of their bereaved bodies
Lost to a vile violation of rights, self, order

I imagine a prismed aurora of faith and wanting
Bleeding fractured fuchsias jagged into crimson order

Order dis Order. A manic maniac in panic.
Chaos hoarder in a tape recorder. Bipolar order.