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Tristadem

It enters each day, guttural;
a weeded stone facade surfacing,
the bog still clinging to the parapets,
and a hollow rusted trumpets lament:
                  “Tristadem, tristadem,” it sings,
      haunting the space between.
Rising from those shadowed depths
        to soar out the crenel lacerations
          and lumber over the landscape
        collapse bluntly at my feet:
              “Tristadem, tristadem,” it moans.

My eyes furrow, bent in prayer
      that the earth swallow this foul place,
        the empty halls and echoes
              the intermittent plummet of longing wetness
dripping drops of “tristadem, tristadem,”
        on the dry parchment of any ears
            hermitted away in that stale space.
        Waiting for a days worth of dirt,
      long wood planks nailed in darkness,
    a place to lay one’s head,
and a thread to pull restless lips closed,
  so the morose melody of “tristadem, tristadem,”
            may never pierce them again.

The Forest Through the Trees

Approaching a House in the Cool Evening
I’m caught, mid step, by the lattice work
tiny wood planks interlocked
holding hands, passing over and under
form and function in tandem
drowning in green chaos, unaware
of the waxy verdant tendons
               strangling them.

Desperately those vines climb
towards a sun they anticipate
but cannot know in this darkness,
the ambitions of the young – the restless
trapezing over the dormant dreams
of the old dead gods that once stood
tall
proud
fierce
and free
that once reached for the same sun
               for a life that could never be.

House of God

There in the trees on top of the hill
a house rises seemingly from nowhere
spared the rod of modern architectural will
it reaches above the canopy in despair
careful not to touch the world that consumes it
a moonlit tragedy glowing like nightmares

Fear inspired its construction in the past
that persecution was drawing near
reared from contradictions growing fast
with a world that was as yet unclear.
Careers were founded on these false ideals
sealed by paying patrons kneeled before them through the years.

Time only made the palace stronger
atop that mountain of political power it climbed
anytime someone hinted their use existed no longer
they changed the doctrine to make the act a crime.
Mimed notions of intent to seize control
resoled as demonic influence against the sublime

Decay has worked its way through the house now
twisting beams as it twisted minds in its day
weighed down by the lies and horrors they allow
to save face and self and spite those in the way.
Pray you never enter the like of these homes
catacombs for the ideas and dreams they slay