Necrosed Ideology

itch/

raw pressed flesh sore

beyond scabs flecked insolence

 

sigh/

blood threads awful sign

of tangible fluid

life in crimson

 

listen/

orchestrated pain

handheld waves of distraction,

tainted tongue sings mettallic

 

milky/

secreted thoughts weeping tears,

unfurled ideals a barren burned flag,

lighten the heart as you pick

 

rushes/

into the arena

no pressed olive leaves or branches

all that was ancient spilled

overnight into turgid oceans swell

 

glassy/

eyes of expectant ones

embracing the sore flesh your body

offers

tragic tide of words come

 

slicks/

the machinations of policy

as the wounded lain in constitution

heart blasts trumpet

from the top

all visibility is bright in context

and the healing begins