Cold day unlike another
Nearby desistances give birth
their children sent out
to visit without invitation
Black shroud, foreign form
misguided purpose
Fated without deliverance
Takes us to their lodge
endless dingy hole in the ground
We meet the resident
definite mistress telling past lies
Playing games with time
Grave politics won and lost at will
We’re all welcome
it’s insisted that we stay
Exploring the distance
Ghost bodies float
past strong graves
Our beds are made
No path to escape
Who will save us?


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