Shifting upon the banks of a holy river...
Drenched in numerous funeral fires nearby,
Shrivels of
Burning flesh and bones
...
Meadows of the past
Simmering Sun
Wild Novice over the auric cast
Shadowy Hun
...
Scathing in the fumbling breaths
Groping in the lane of dust
Withering for the lust untoward
Trickling by the trick of trust
...
Bespeaking truth
A lone grave
Hummingbird perched
Be-humming lullaby
...
Deciduous
Shifting upon the banks of a holy river...
Drenched in numerous funeral fires nearby,
Shrivels of
Burning flesh and bones
Of believers, Of course!
Watchful of the masquerading flies,
Those born and bread in this holiness
Is making me philosophical,
And Worried,
About the stark colorless death
Of an atheist!