Hades - Archivist

Labyrinthine standing stone

Contralto tones now tedious

Below some tireless engine groans

Digestive echoes endlessly

Its just him and me

Two self styled mutes alone

Stomachs do the talking

The vacuum dwells within

In fusion whispers he asks of me

What did we gain from shortest breath?

The narrow sight of gain

It holds the deepest loss

He walks beside me skeletal

The charon to my river Styx

Hadean corridors

Walk ways grave with plastic scent

Great vistas of our mother blue

She cradles each and every wound

Each facet of her broken cheek

The laval well has wiped all trace

Cities blur in crippled piles

Bitumen slurries, asbestos rasps

The deathly rattle choked

We trail like comets aimless stead

The apple in our mothers eye

Umbilical has drained her dead

The milk from which we fed

Made pustules in her flesh

He asks me if I like the view

He holds me responsible for you

Look what you made me do

Let me crawl out of the seas

Let me bathe in coronal light

Coaxed the mammal out of me

Made me stand to know the periphery

And look beyond and see

Look what you made me do

Gave me a home to exorcise of life

Fashion blades out of make believe

See the viscera with serrated gods

Shirked thine neighbour and made enemy of

Gave me long term memory

So that I might misbehave

And never learn from my mistakes

And foul the ground upon where I tread

Look what you made me do