Ruins raging, jolted by dunes,
drift toward burning blizzards,
dismantlers of the void
perforated by memories.
plastered on the raised rejects of the sad earth—
even loyal shadows abandon them.
Where to scoop up some ghastly deceitful
ghost sand in order to recover
our karmic ferrymen
STAINED GLASS FROST ON PIERS OF MOORED LIPS,
their secrets in suspense.
The sun is scuttled into pocket crevices,
locus of the moltings of the void
solstices weaned of memories
fanatics searching for transitory prophecies
A sole cat at
the edge of time
THE SUN STUMBLES AGAINST THE ANCHORED INK.
The page bursts into a fertile mire of continuing eclipses.
Blackness springs back, detoured by tortured shadows.
Eyelids barricade themselves.
Red fury of the unseen
grave-dredger of memories
Black Widow Press publisher of Curdled Skulls: Poems of Bernard Bador
Art works courtesy of Bernard Bador. Printed with permission.