A shadow behind the sun
Dried up, shrivelled, weather-beaten,
Rock- hidden fossils set in stone,
These evolutions of Medusa
Afflict with a petrified decay.
And all, all she gazed upon
Can never be rubbed away.
Stains dry and calcify
Deep in the bogs, in a quagmire,
A swamp of guilt, regret
Spilt water, wine, I forget.
No transubstantiation this:
Yoked, ploughed, dragged,
Inchoate into death
A process has begun.
Welcome now obscurity, shadow,
Winter trees stripped
As crows scream in the gloaming
A modulation of voice, a volte-face:
A variation of mood this.
Has such bad intent as to awaken from sleep
Those legions of demons who laugh as we weep.