Floe - Dirge

I, the ice

Clutching the tree

I, the devourer

Of time and beauty

I bleed your ears

With sirens' and seers'

Deafening cries

Green fairy trapped in the glass

Struggles, tries to catch the rim

Slips down then drowns

As i flee ether moons

I spit on opiate fumes

And dreams

Lurking in shadow of a doubt

I feel the gnawing plague

That stands slowly

In backwash waves

I wait for a crack in the floe

Across dusty fields

Under stones and ruins

Crushed by fear

And cascading bodies

I will try to wake

Lest i forget

Remind me one day

The beauty in me

Along arcades of ice

And statues gleaming

Behind granite mask

And alabaster skin

I’ll lose myself again

Among hundreds of trees

But forgive someday

The steely floe within