Hail Mary Armageddon
Today is the first day
of the season of madness.
And the fall of dead laughter
like stones upon the palms of
my hands bleeding for snow,
weighs as much as the ashes
upon my forehead.
The season of dreams has ended,
I can smell their burning even now.
Ashes from the sky,
like a blessing in reverse,
like black snow,
float down upon me.
I want the absolution of snow,
the benediction of a cool hand
caressing my throat bound with thorns.
The red sky is full of portents
with no meaning.
The stars laugh in cold voices.
Screams cut the night like
a white ribbon, edged with blood.
I ask for forgiveness
for my sins.
Ashes fall upon my tongue.
of the season of madness.
And the fall of dead laughter
like stones upon the palms of
my hands bleeding for snow,
weighs as much as the ashes
upon my forehead.
The season of dreams has ended,
I can smell their burning even now.
Ashes from the sky,
like a blessing in reverse,
like black snow,
float down upon me.
I want the absolution of snow,
the benediction of a cool hand
caressing my throat bound with thorns.
The red sky is full of portents
with no meaning.
The stars laugh in cold voices.
Screams cut the night like
a white ribbon, edged with blood.
I ask for forgiveness
for my sins.
Ashes fall upon my tongue.
