In your dream you are paralysed, silent
Here's a shadow behind this mountain
Scurry down into the winter-valley
Dried up, shrivelled, weather-beaten,
Rock- hidden fossils, set in stone,
Evolutions of Medusa
Afflicted by a petrified decay.
All she gazed upon
Can never be rubbed away.
Such stains dry and calcify
Deep in these highland bogs
A quagmire-swamp of guilt, regret
Spilt water, wine, I forget, what caused this, this....
disturbance in the weather
No transubstantiation this: yoked, ploughed,
Dragged, inchoate into death;
A process has begun
Welcome now obscurity, shadow,
Winter trees stripped,
Banshees scream into the wind,
A modulation of voice, a volte-face:
A variation of mood. A tattered lace. No man
Could have such bad intent as to awaken from sleep
These legions of demons that laugh as we weep?