Broken Things

Gather round this flame with all the rest

and listen to talk of broken things

in these catacombs of all we never said

Wild light visions dance in the quiet places

at the mouth of a tunnel that always goes deeper

If you stare awhile and stay very still

the ones who watch may seem to disappear

gone to a place of sunken shadow to wait

until you pass beyond the borderland

then fall in behind you to close the way

Things are moving that should remain still

Call to them and you will find old gods 

hiding in the dim places where they once ruled

now waiting for the death of the world

breathing in the scent of blood and fear

and begging you to take just one more step

I really hope we don’t go to war with Iran. Or anyone else for that matter. Ever.

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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