Clung To the Breast of a Fallen Idol

Clinging to the breast of a fallen idol...

What has driven you to pause

at this most severe of cross-ways?...

You are sinking down, down...

...Into the quicksands

of our age, and it's hard for me to pull

the buried tears beyond my veil...

You've grown stupid in your slumber,

and the Maitre d retreats

to the kitchen so he won't be heard

amongst the cooks, and cooking sheets...

Don't think that you are off the hook!...

The hooks been sunk in deep...

The alabaster stone descends,

and soon you will break free

from all the confines of existence,

though you'd continue with a scowl

to look down as the pale ghost you are,

and judge with vibes so foul.

Don't fix your way

or you'll be doomed!...

...We must let air

inside this room.

©

3/3/20

Fallen Sparrow (Alessa Cleanse)