Half Light - Orcas

In retreat to the soil & cleansed of pests

It clashed with the oil & rhymed with the rest

It mended the faults & mended the holes

It rallied the cult & invented its role

It’s haunting me in the way things do when they are gone

It’s killing me in a way I can’t do on my own

I left the pistol on the sink

Though I have not seen you for an age

I spilled my only vial of ink

& it spread like blood across the page

Tie the loop in your Apollo’s knot

& turn your face away from me

I pine for what I haven’t got

& wither here in fealty

It’s haunting me in the way things do when they are gone

It’s killing me in a way I can’t do on my own

One sees it in half-light, a vision on waking

One seeing it as upright but always rotating

It’s haunting me in the way things do when they are gone

It’s killing me in a way I can’t do on my own

It’s haunting me in the way things do when they are gone

It’s killing me in a way I can’t do on my own