The Long Goodnight
Like the dark side of the moon
there are places
faces
hidden behind forced smiles
from eclipsed traces
flowing from
shadow to shadow
like the shade of an obelisk
crawling across the landscape
from midday
to midnight
avoiding the light
a spark in an eye
at a last breath fading to dark
a soul covered by the ebony wings of a raven
washing sable from the paintbrush
bristle black stroke over your soul
like a shovel full of dirt
covering you in a blanket
one more sable layer
to consecrate your burial banquet
