Poem #1 Death Sheathed


Death Sheathed


That silent sheath of death descends,

deliberate darkness pawing at my back

Watching, and waiting to pounce on weakness

dry writhing, prying eyes pilfering every thought,

Pitiful black plume of caustic passions impale

a cinder-receptical of swollen wailing whispers

clutched in throat and hanging on hook,

still hopelessly blooming cavern cut ushering water

on barren rocks where red Ohia Lehua rests,

So draw, you brazen, bloody Feral-Mudsucker,

I will eat the cooling darkness coiled to spring

Your sheath of death will not descend on me.


Karen K.L. Espaniola

April 1, 2012




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