Cau Modry

Cau Modry

A Poem by Dylan McCarthy

Seal the twilight robes in the mountain gallery
The void of stone and pillar shall guide thee
In the illuminated hallway of a haunted chasm
There exists only the fires of war and the spoils of the sea
By a knoll of both archaic grass and ash and sand
The cold lingers along a warm path of land
An oculus leading to the rock which crushed them
The quarry stands with a frigid touch of a lost hand
In the morning 
With subtle breaks of dawn
Another day by summit 
Shall be forever in noonward perpetuum 
The dusk calls for the tears of the sun
As the love rises 
And they'll vanish in memories
Of childhood fantasy and destinies
The master stone has fallen 
The legend still shimmers in a house
By which the voices carry their tone
The words of the actors 
In visions of home
And so the lighted lament the sojourn 
Crafting the art of brutality 
Scratching upon the visual poem
The love of the undergrounds
Real winds flowing from the mouth of death
Intros and outros of egos and pathos
Peace and forgiving wanders in the black halls
Forever they'll whisper their presence 

© 2015 Dylan McCarthy

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Added on May 30, 2015
Last Updated on May 30, 2015


Dylan McCarthy
Dylan McCarthy


I'm Dylan and I write poems about things. more..