Sunken

In the afternoon shade  

With a long drag of havoc

I ignite the holy pyre

Locked away in my mind

~

It sends a vulgar cyclone

Roaring up from the damned

To the hours golden haze,

Freeing prisoner songs

~

They were once crammed and wailing

In their hull of remorse

Pleading from the underworld

For the sweet mercy of flight

~

The whirlwinds rise chiming  

Through the perfumed noon

Singing back

Verses sown

In the soul at birth