“Retrograde”
Shadows are thrown onto the rocky path
Stretching, sinewy shadows that play with muted stones
They are the animated corpses of the sun’s wrath
Casts of nature’s bare and ravaged bones
Their spiny fingers consort as their spirits soar
Yet they have played their dark games all along
Flirting before our eyes forever and before
They mock and tease with their silent song
Bodies are thrown into the swelling sea
Upon shattered shores they leap
They cannot see the burning sky, black clouds as debris
No, they can only thrash about in endless sleep
They are scattered about, caressed by cold fingers
The shadows laugh and scratch at the self-destruction
Their guilty hands stop and act as sepulchers
They now cry at the all-inclusive death induction
When did their warning come?
They could not simply live below the dancing shade
Conforming to violent fantasies, irrevocably numb
Futile dreams could not prevent this deathly retrograde
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