Blood dripping on ink
caged and drowning
locked in and blasted
blink with fatigue eyelids
darkness stained voice
unheard in upper realms
heads are spinning tops
burning alive burning up
necklaced with explosive
foaming at the mouth
we will remember those
solemn faces in prayer
before panic sets in
we do not see further
faces pressed to dust
imagine this, no, rejoin
reset that grubby line.
Patrick Williamson