Decadence Deep

Blessed be thine every suffering,
like the black breath of a vestal coal miner.
Begone O desire for any buffering.
Like the soot seeped lung, I keep thy liner.

Blessed be thine only ruby acquired.
This afternoon, I remember the morning sky.
Begone O stone, you're all-too-desired.
"In my hands you were warmed", I sigh.

Cursed be my orphaned outcries
like fell chicks from their nest.
Begone O swarm of fervorous flies.
I swath at them, and try my best.

Cursed be my end
Thou sent my hopes and wishes down the bend.
Begone O lover - decadence deep.
In your presence I suffer; in your absence I weep.

Holy be my lit lantern and vapid hope.
At the entryway, you hold sticks of dynamite.
Begone O kerosene and wet wicks of rope.
Alas this refuge caves in left and right.

Holy be thy deathly dismissal
Like starving a young robin of his worm.
Begone O thief, you have my acquittal.
The famished bird is be taken on the berm.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

You have such a beautiful gift in your writing. The title of this one attracted me, only to be matched by the content within. There are too many memorable lines to be mentioned, but I loved them all. The first two stanzas in particular were just magical. Love!

[Dalton]

I was humbled by your review, the first time I read it. I thought I replied to it immediately, evidently in my head. Thank you for you compliments. I am an enthusiast of your writing.
Salute,
D