Digging so deep
Deep beneath the soil
The rocks that strain up to meet me
Like the souls of the sleepless dead
Their voices echoing in the chambers
Of a restless head
Abandoned too late not to leave scars
Backlit by dreams that missed
The Mayday call
That sank like rain on charred and thirsty earth
Still weeping in the splintered light
Which fell fractured through the cracks
Pick axe cut and soaked
In miner’s bloody tales
Those buried in loss and hollow-eyed
Blinded by the notion of all they’d lost
And all they’d never find
Their nasal words
Choked in sooted kisses promised from above
That slip like venomous snakes
Into their lungs
To silence the echoes in the hearts
That strike a soundless beat
That roars with anger
In my ears.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019
