The Other’s Maelstrom

by animalworkss

Let them pass
Let them pass right through you
Feel the heat
Of a furnaced roar
Wretched words
Die away on contact
Touch their means
Lose your form to shame

What they’re worth
In light of flesh, forgotten
Is a weight
No heavens hold
Their measured veins
Carry wants but so far
‘Till best kept claims
Bring Death’s surmise



Copyright Keli Birchfield 2014