Revere between torrents of vestry blessed birthing pools
Baptising children in marching pyre
Close to paper doll flickering, on fire
Beckon my father to fester with dreaming tantrums
As wicked neighbours juice the life from bestial crucifixion
My very being turned on a spit of street drain putrid waste
The disease that wrenched my children from me
That burnt our wooden city to the ground.
Force of time pushing through particles of existence.
Now thrown in pain in new ways of peril
Jeopardy breathing and living in all ages still
Bodies alive and vibrant then move onto another.
Leaving a shell a carcass of rotting matter
No person just mystery
Rich time the favour of blasting winds, stormed sea and cracking earth
Magma rising to destroy and create new landings and stairs to make way,
For new ages and shapes to contend with
Find the truth