Monday, 11 April 2011

The Moth Gods


Draped round the scene are the Moth Gods


The cut of their bone


Sharp in their suits


Skin marble tight and pearl dust face.


Clip clap of their heel


See them drawn into shapes


Carpets become a cobbled street


Monotone is their film.


He had just stepped off


As the bridge gave way


Precision that hadn't a care.


Some children spellbound


They followed him on


A lantern in the darkest street


Saturday night is a scream.


Through smoke grey glass


They reflect a smile


She caught her breath


A recoiling cuff


The dragons tail revealed.


He will steal a gift from you


To wear and shine himself


Ice in you eyes


They're what he wants.


At the chime of their voice


We nod and agree


Were they feathers he sang


Or splinters of a sneer.


Moth God pours time as the ink


That stains his coat


Boot steps drop ash at dawn.



2010



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