the Razor

Another attempt at poetry...a ride we all take

The Razor


A cold glint of granite
From demur eyes
A scimitar
Sheathed in light

Bitter bile of earth
The life blood
Effluent burned
Into the resurrection

Sweet is the breath
Corrosion
The constant burn
Death is but to live

Wicked and sharp
Swing the mighty axes
Each relentless stroke
A mortal wound

Mystic extrusion
Passed by in the
Mechanical day
White in its nightmare

Ash sparks to flame
Deadwood sputters
Eternal pull forces
The method on

Horror a dream
Dream an illusion
Life recreated
Only to dissolve