OF SKULLS

Of Skulls….

This evening

I thought of you

Screaming out from a

Black abyss

Blocking the

Invading demons

With your violin

And hammer

Standing in the doorway

Between here and hell

Staving off the monsters

And creatures

Made from silicon

And Styrofoam

And bits of diamond

And aluminum

When the machines

Crows

The machines

Vultures

The machines

Wolverines

The machines

Tasmanian devils

The machines

Hands rocket ships

Dark clouds

In plumes of jittering

Smoke

With regards to the deeper

Moment

The music is

The lost music

The music that

Keeps the devil

Flowering

And following

Destruction

And following

Flowing

Falling