Image of Control - Sumac

Turn aside

Steady eyes belie the fear

Small hollow words, clatter to the ground

Broken

Ruin has come, not fire

Or in ashen rain

Only in turgid silence

Hanging, flayed

Submerged in presence summoned

It expands with breath, filling rooms

Welling up from the tar choked springs

Reeking black star, shining weary light

Bloodied eyes, no tears

Bloodied eyes, no light

Know not to what this moment’s owed

Only slipping in shuddering dance

Towards cold, radiant dissolve