Real quick, before the poem: I’m currently taking a graduate course on survey methods, part of which involves surveying actual people. If you can spare a few minutes, I would really appreciate if you could fill out the survey I made. It should only take a couple of minutes, and will ask about the trust you place in various forms of news media. Data gathered will remain totally anonymous, and I’ll only use it for class assignments. Thanks in advance to anyone who takes it! Here is the link to the form.
Now back to poetry!
Scorched wood where the candles burned
heavy the air and shadow
traces of sage and eucalyptus
behind the door closed on this empty room
The chariots are gone away
on roads over little white flowers
trampled where they fell
and blown by the breath of crescent moons
One step toward the black edged door
and the waiting pulse behind
the night lies still
Trace circles in the wood again and again
and the same will come
to watch the work of bloody fingers
shuffling the red deck once more
Thank you again to anyone who takes the time to fill out the survey. It’s linked above, but I’ll also link it again here. Cheers!