for zial

 the sting

the bells that ring

the hatred choking

whats left here

water down the drain

flies fly the carcass round

the sharks eat those that are drowned

the vultures strip the flesh

in endings, only losers left

explaining best

the day loses its glimmer

it loses its magic

it sheds its shimmer

it prays passionately

turning to weeping

the water deepening

in the river

of her a wee sliver

came and then

left forever

naked and insane

the driver

feigns on mass murder

subsides

whoever decides

on a past memory

showing no shame

for the future

I think I saw her thought accost

her

in dismal weather

i saw in the pattern the change

of the pain

then i lost her

i wonder now whether

lost souls-a pair

were only there

to burn out together

should I take the damp old walk

to try and talk

across her

to start another line of thought

in misty rain

a hotel lot

water swells

in our dark hells

amid the slaughter

miracles

to stop and wonder

to pray to thunder

our rituals

in our dark halls

a drug

I'm on

before it all

a life that's left

neanderthals

always wonder

about it

and what became

of simple souls

our whole tangles

twisty thorns

that whisper

lame lullabies for the insane

shaved heads

barbed wire hearts

lost

for life we once were

the ones to blame