Tombs not of Stone

Wakening, he opened his eyes to darkness.
With strength unimagined, he burst forth from his grave
and surveryed the tomb in which he had been lain.

Not a dream, then, this horror which befell him?
Confused, panicked, he flew hard into a wall of stone.
Wakening he opened his eyes to darkness,

A darkness not of sky or night but of soul.
He vowed it would not hold him and
with strength unimagined, he burst forth from his grave

Only to find himself still entrapped by his own body,
his insatiable appetite, his palpable fury. Weeping, he paused
and surveryed the tomb in which he had been lain.


This is a cascade poem, the rules of which are that the lines of the first stanza must be used in turn as the last line of the succeeding stanzas