the children (death song)

 black coal man

who slithers looks

that suffer 

between bedframes

i hear the rain

and prescense

of he who falls

persistent

who tarnishes

the waterfalls

and filthys the trees

and causes hope

no more

for dedicaant

cannanites

tonight

the howls 

and echoes

of the bleeding bowels

are inherent in chimneys

the end of my life

imprints the festering

pitter patter

of sleep

the delirious consultant

of cancers 

within 

abolish souls

absolve all

and punish

infants

taken 

from my

mothers 

throes

to silent

everpresent crows

tonight they crawl