Dolour

DOLOUR

sad fear of
the death of honey

in the wax lobby

the silent saunter of
coffins filling
the air
with the hoarse cackle
of bats
robed in the rubyglitter
of neon-silence

blood seeping-through

the orifices of GOD webbing
the prayers
for afterfire

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