Solitude in Earnest

Down on hands
partners in time, meteorite age infinite miles
and more,
more mad dying
into fade and exits.

Hide sanctuary, a bloody trail of kisses,
carnage made foul
the love that stalked feral as shadows

death passes as we live
I dont see death pass by on way to living
the weeks that fell like cement anchors


Codeine dawn

© Steven Francis poems 2016