Each night upon the darkness someone is sketching

with black ink invisible words for the

world to see
 
 

Each day the stories pound upon each other in layers

creating narratives of darkness that are void and

rich in blackness
 
 

      Each voice drains life from the wounded with an impact

that punches out humanity leaving spectacles of 

brittle broken hollow bodies
 
 

    Each face that carries a story tends to deflate from repeating

and cadavers become sore from the rubbing of too many

sympathetic hands
 
 

    Each dishonest tongue wraps itself around bones looking for flesh

that has been consumed by gravediggers in the 

cemeteries of truth