Slow Arsenic

Moonsky is an ocean Roaring to the dreams with Disheveled white hair Of premature old age. Its flying flocks Drank a dose of arsenic Dancing in the paddocks Of suffering and ignominy. The cost of living Mingled with the slow poison; siblings consumed mum and dad alike. Watching with a wink, Floating horizon slowly Lowered the curtain. The scenery of clouds Moved away to the darkroom. Doors of their house Shut with a thud; their bedroom lamp turned off with their eyes..... ..............