Eventide
On an remarkable instrumental dissonant cord
Whimsically free falling into subways
Laying on singed water cooling
Performing your death song in unison with the earth
A spiral of lies spinning radically inward
A devastating impact on your vespers
I build your tomb, your cenotaph
Thanos beckons, you listen and pursue
Are you ready for the unending slumber?
Look to the sky for you will ne’er see again
Shut your eyes; begin the eternal sleep.
C.Laskey II
2.16.04
