The Sun Cries Asunder! to Cinereality
Oh gloomy child, trodding slump-shouldered
Gooey tar ooze from some crevasse in his chest
That sickly treacle glomming to puddles in prints
As stone warps and wilts beneath this fell haruspex
Concrete cathedrals scratch hoary horizons
Oh gloomy child shift to the skies,
For the imminent screaming of the sun to inundate aurals
This landscape, not so sere as it seems;
No more are varying tones pushed aside
or anatomical minutiae insurmountable walls.
Nor do the necrotic tendrils of disease and metastases
Slithering and branching and burrowing stand deific
For chemical monoliths slaughter them wholesale.
The glacial pale of winter now barely a pittance
As we recline within buttresses of insulation
Rivers of tame lightning veining architectural interstices.
Since the passing of nineteen palindromic malefactions decline
Streets no longer rinsed in plasma or incarnadine floods.
Oh gloomy child turn your gaze
To that glossy glisten glowing glimmer gleam behind the clouds
Dandelion effervesce to sunder the slate and congeal the pitch cavern in your chest
For some new arboretum to blossom there
Ripe and fresh; bursting with golden sap.