shadow to night

introducing
shadow to night
now
night knows
silhouettes
shiver

shake
shriek
form
from

bowels
of beast

bellowing
ten thousand
broken bells
smashed
against skulls
& skin

pebbles
perish
infallible
shadow inclines

bird’s wing
what of wing

regard
waters widen
sister beloved sister

night
color of night
fractures
fortification
fear
kiss fissure
fission
fears
weight of wing
what of wing
beat
skull
balls fall
bloodied

bellow
below
below

vigil
vipers
take
on body
earth so
cold
so cold
rock so
secret
divisions
horses howl
out to beloved
sister
listen
to
trampling
feet
flatten
flesh
subtractions
squalid
after

after
apparitions arrive
recall
contour of cave
draw
dead
on panel perhaps

genesis
grotesque
pathetic

pity
pity

souvenance

crows come
to collect
substance
of
souls

eyes
blood
water

come crow
carry water
to valley
down below

surrounded
starve
men
last

first
running
savage
sea

final

figure
on fingers
before

face
worn
down
to bone
divined
here in hell
horizon

turn back
to sea
illumination
immolates

crowds
chasing
one another
& animals

blades
spades
crashing
crushing

cutting
noise
not nature
noise
nausea
know
premeditated
pandemonium
discord
degraded
into
din

wind
wounded by breath

seconds
centuries
congregate with creatures
coming

for
beast
time
into time

trembling
trepidation

foreboding
frightening figures
come
to comprehend completely
terrified
trembling

shrill speaking
regard
shriek seismic
flinch

fight

regard
shudder
thrust
through silhouette
in sleep
dreams detonate
mine
within mound

carrion
carry away
with wing
upon wing
representation
of rats
& reptiles

devour morsel
by morsel
listening
to blood’s
memory

immerse
in intestines

from first
sound

sense
last of first
slither
through fissures
time triggered

fall

fable
concoction
stars
& suns
held

hostage
horizon
hears
howl

night
into
night

Christopher Barnet

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