the Hermit stood roughly point of center of the maze
staring at the graffiti living on the gold wall
then he looked down and kicked ash dust over the dead jays
a recluse does not wish joy to hear the sound of flight
the maze wall slithered along shedding its old corn skin
under bruised clouds that appeared on its virgin surface
eve woke choking on the rotting flesh of her gods sin
to fully wake she spat out the prince of darkness’s tail
Hermit saw eves assassins sun shadow kneel on the wall
in the dangerous position of silent mourning prayer
where hands so blessed formed a new poisoned dagger to befall
the wild floating tentacle heads of eves questing spawn
their ghost fled into the wilderness of the blind midwife’s cave
along the walls facial chiselled fault lines guided by tattooist
who helped dreams to escape beyond the myopic watch makers grave
to celebrate their duality of being both living and dying
the Hermit hearing in the distance their drums higher spirit
began dance chanting “ash shalt thou return /ash shalt thou return”
his feet hit the womb blood black clay drawing out the worms vomit
forming one drowning eye from their primeval amniotic fluids
the eyes vision poisoned by the Hermits sole alpha wrath bone
bleed into the cave as one forking river of misery
from which the ghosts bathed in and drank like wine till worn into stone
they drifted back like volcanic ash clouds to cover the drowned jays
© bg 2012
resurrecting the trashcan bard 