Microcosm

Nothing now but cages and railings

All topped with barbs

Even the weather's apologetic

Sees no rhyme or reason

All exits barred now

Love left lonely, gave way to the grave

Left my smile somewhere on the journey between that and loss

The walls of another god's house encrusted in mould

Sewage poured from ceiling, damp liquefied floor

A building devoid of use, now

A weather beaten grave

Untended, no longer remembered

By those who left the queue

For mourning

Merrily kicking the skulls of ex-deities

Through the ex-halo hoops of toes up ex-angels

More trophy heads for my walls

No more crying about heaven or a lack of it

No more to be found wanting

Hoping for a safety net

My lake of passion still edged with rust

Her waters fouled by the corpse of lust

So, I dug the last few feet of the six myself

All too eager to taste the dust

I laughed as I threw the first handful of earth

I smiled as I watched the topsoil spread

Autumn she sprang over summer into winter

All was lost.

All is lost.

So much more snow than sunbeams these days

What once was?

What once was.

The cold she marched through the rain

Past the corpse of rebirth

Blacked out the sun's last refrain

Endless cycle ended