Hold out your hand
To catch his fall
Meanwhile grains
Of glass and stone
Lead and bone
Carbon and nails
Calcium and snails
Layer after layer
Of skin and time
It keeps running up
All the while displacing
The standing stones
Disembowelling the face
Scatter what’s left
Clay and grass mounds
Pinpoint the exit way
To be gone far away
Leave to their fate
Them things of hate
Only to self combust
Lava on the cake
Call them seasons
Is what it will take
As only earth has time
Otherwise ellipse
Without a beginning
There is no end.
One Comment
The insect and
the cliff face
of dry sand ;
Hold out your hand
To catch his fall
Meanwhile grains
Of glass and stone
Lead and bone
Carbon and nails
Calcium and snails
Layer after layer
Of skin and time
It keeps running up
All the while displacing
The standing stones
Disembowelling the face
Scatter what’s left
Clay and grass mounds
Pinpoint the exit way
To be gone far away
Leave to their fate
Them things of hate
Only to self combust
Lava on the cake
Call them seasons
Is what it will take
As only earth has time
Otherwise ellipse
Without a beginning
There is no end.
Anthony Mc Gann
8/4/25. 18:16.