Scars - Omit

From the east the dawning breaks

Coating shards of earth

Watchful eyes are grazing the peril chasing

Still they must venture

Unyielding iron scornful in delicate hands

They heave the cravings of boundless cancer

Braced to endeavour, yet I could barely crawl

Should it sever my heart from yours

Keep me close to you

Lest I drift away

Guard me from the woes

They will merely make

A penny’s worth of bleeding

A fortune spent in healing

And serve the mirth to devils

For whom my toil is given

Pray for sleep

The rainfall of embers

Bathe me deeply as I reach

For your face

The icon of mercy

Will you take me from this place?

They rise and dictate the ruthless nihilist

In reeking mantles all made of vermin

Such hunger, to the dirt — infectious savagery

They are the bile permeating reason

Whence appeared the scent and taste

Of God and love and wealth

And whither do they translate

Into assets unknown to pathos

«…As a victim of a holocaust he hath received them

And in time there shall be respect had to them»

(From Wisdom of Solomon 3: 6)

Scorching heat, the panting shrieks

Water boils in earth

Dreary looms the freedom, the scars of Eden

Our death is trivial