wAXings

Five//Blind

Feathered sleepers wait,
lying on the asteroids,
as they shoot through space.

Oh, styrofoam head,
your devil stands automatic.
What thoughts escape you?

Wood-boy, Benji's
staring eyeless at the stairs
as the rot eats him.

What is a ghoul?
An impossible query,
only the dead know.

Idolatry ends
by the ignorant's hand,
replaced by nothing.