The Burning Bridge

When faith is abandoned

we live on old dreams

In time captured wastelands

barren demeaned

Believing the tattler

and spinner of lies

Desperation is sainted

epistles decry

“Music plays in keys of pain

shouting from below

Missals singed in pagan fire

ashes still aglow

Caught out on a bridge alone

burning from both ends

Martyred in our heresy

— darkness to befriend”

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)