The Lazarus Cord - Code

Wading gapers lash & mow

And in flicking pitch

They call from the bottom

Restless arms

Stretching-out

Blindly bat at the scent of the surface

Where a nodding forest draws

Sweet airs from the sky

To weep down upon them

Beneath the crust

Skin like chalk

Features eroded & cracked hulls breaking-up

A sigh

That flies straight like an arrow

To bury itself beyond these halls of mould

Reprieve

Rise a bolt from the strong will

Another clambers onto the Lazarus cord

A line like dried skin, pearl & taught

Hangs through the barbs and lips of the shadow

Pressed by wide thirsty eyes

Wet with failure and wild with devotion

At its base a brawl of souls

Scrambled structures, flapping and broken

Fallen high from the cord

Dashed apart on the shards of their fathers

Alone upon that ivory line

A figure climbs the rope from the rotten heap

Back to life

Out of death

Watched by ancient, toothless and open mouths

Bawling out their crimes to the shadow

Elemental, hoarse and forgotten

Beneath the crust

Skin like chalk

Features eroded and cracked hulls breaking-up

A sigh

That flies straight like an arrow

To bury itself beyond these halls of mould

Reprieve

Rise a bolt from the strong will

Another clambers onto the Lazarus cord

And the rope reclaims a soul

To its weave of sinews

Enervating, the dust on their dry fingers

In a slow-formed intimated cascade

Curling smokres step across and, embracing

Like hunting nerves they scavenge for reason

On the Lazarus Cord

And the rope reclaims a soul

To its weave of sinews

Blind husks cling to the cord

Leveled, their gaze at the roots and the damp soil, lined soft with light

gossamer

Beheld from the catacomb by piercing black diamonds

A glazed and gelid ether

As waters over

Waxen features

Their eyes a glass

In granite seizure

But it’s all that matters — It’s all that matters now

On the Lazarus Cord