Paint It Black Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Imagine
horizons
under the
Leviathans…
"The Enemies of Light"
as laugher becomes
inactive, so scorning of
all sense of orderliness, as
the one inauguration to that
image begins, and all the public
in laudatory voices; so sounding
flaccidness into, the thinning airs
swept by their low idolatries; joy
become startled in these ravening
edifications, of the lost hopes, of
an entire species, and from one
sect of sarcastic lips; came the
orders, to rearrange tomorrow