Rag and Bone – by Jac Forsyth
Dawn scatters these abandoned skies, cankered in memories of bone and burned outcast grey with the clinkers.
I say do as you’re told
Reborn days blink ashtray eyes, another nightlight outgrown and called into flesh by the fragrance of stinkers.
when you’re alone with the enemy
Torn dolls in hearsay lies, tales of rag and truth postponed and woven silk into the control of blinkers.
dance on the stolen road
Worn blank the replay dies, futures carved deep in headstones and riddled into the moss of night thinkers.
kiss away autonomy
Sworn to betray goodbyes, the rise and fall of empires condoned and sealed tight in the crushing of whimpers.
drink the lead in boiling gold
Mourn away doomsday cries, hopes flee overthrown and we who would be gods go crawling with the death of drinkers.
and find nothing but the silence of alchemy.
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