Destruction, Inamorata.

I caved
To your retribution,
Like a moth ablaze,
Disdain and distance
Could not cover
Your holocaust,
The engineered atmosphere,
Scar tissue
Falsely erected
Decomposing worlds,
Achievement so grand
It defined all,
Swallowed darkness
Devoured light,
What hopes come
With such forbidden slumber?
Too little,
The voice that blundered
To each mannequin view,
I knew you once,
Before discourse,
Before plastic passions
And deceased attainment,
Unmitigated slice,
From cold kiss to bewitching
Effect, where is the cause
When now
There are only
Dead days?

Poem © Phen Weston 2014


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