My mind is consumed with mortality
Not even the noblest thought
Can unravel the vanity
or cloak the sacred vault.
Cataclysms of catacombs
leave my mind and be gone!
Master composer of death's composition,
Let me hide behind my frail veil
and stand strong against a rickety constitution,
Not even the ancient Egyptian scrolls
and sacred scarab of resurrection
can revive my soulless dissertation,
Envelope or enshroud the timeless tomb,
archaic loom of imminent doom,
to this mortal wound, I am an unwoven mesh
Sacred time honored guest
Let me evade the sickle
to this stone eating flesh.
© 2009 Michael Achilles