Toil in Obscurity Forever

Strobing Flashes Penetrate
Tracing the shape and
stroking the  depth
of your emptiness
Sprayed ink lives die on blank leaves
Bleached teeth on a microphone
amplifiers speakers television screens
blasting, prolix, silent

All eyes on you
We are not yet entertained
Seeing exactly what's expected
A sustained release of southwest winds
Sterile by the Sun
under which nothing new will grow

Nudge, finger, probe, inspect
churned up soil, seeds to infect
Lonely wither and fail
And the dream is compromised
according to taste (bitter)

What takes its place?
Fear of scorn? The top, hard fought, taken?
A mirror in a bridal gown? Shrouded Adonis.
Glamour is not truth, nor truth Beauty.
Your voice must be honest
or words will drown out your children.

Find me, chthonic, in the fuzzy damp under stones
A wise old toad in a hollow of the World Tree
Whose roots must hold the sky.

Prepare the feather, pluck it not from your cap
but from your wings
Cry out for the scaly meter
As long as the heart moves, restless endures.

Who will remember?
I cannot hear you.