Whispers from a churchyard
Voices beckon me to this forlorn haunt
To reveal the perpetration of crimes.
At the crimson end, the viscous nights daunt
The burrowing of these forgotten times.
The laminated contours of thy wake
Speak of loneliness, oh country steeple.
Have thy hallowed years gone, so to forsake
The dreams of eternity of these people?
Ghoulish boughs weave a sinister lament
Perming my wet curls in the twilight wind,
The agony of Death could not relent
For those who were buried but had not sinned.
Slanted carcasses of rusty crosses
Loom over mausoleums of the past,
Recalling memories of grievous losses
Sombre obsequies and flags at half-mast.
Through scratching nails beneath this mouldy ground,
Churning the shell of their own rotten shrouds,
The Dead foster a mournful cry unbound
In the starless night of penitence clouds.
That rising lament like storm convulsion
Reiterates the sentence of neglect,
Embittered by the human revulsion
At cities of souls that they themselves wrecked.
Where are the neat chrysanthemums and sprouts,
Where is the tender hand and silver tear?
Where is the heart that could not harbour doubts
Upon the grave of its beloved dear?
Now ivy and moss shall be libations
To assuage the hopes of what once were men,
And no soul shall fight these desecrations
For darkness fell over their last amen.
Viridian epitaphs solemnly cite
The hypocrisies in flowery runes,
The allure of which is in decay and blight
Below the livid rays of distant moons.
Beloved, the years are meaningless to you
But for the leaden interim of lull.
You grind dead regrets of the life that flew
With requiems of bells, forlorn and dull.
You've broken the sacramental contract,
The fervent bond that gave them hope ere death,
How can you preach if the fields are so abstract,
Pernicious mockeries of their last breath?
These wild blossoms shall be my humble alms,
Lambent tokens of love, of piety.
The unfeigned words of my heart's book of psalms
To ease our life's greatest anxiety.
The 11th stanza is adressed to the Church itself and the Illusions of Men.