refuge
his mind took refuge in a stone
the last retreat within the battlements
and wain towers and keeps of calm retreat
there in the library whilst the remaining faithful
indulgent aids or those without a shred of initiative
pulled worried hair in shreds
and in querulous quaking voices that hear
the beat drum of dispatch without
fears may press like tons upon the crushing thorax
in terrors bursting eye
spiral up
and fly fly fly
fly like winged seeds into the fire
and some will on beyond this wildlit night
through this pangeatic page of lore and history
blown like fragile dross upon the wing ravings of the storm
maybe some blasted into freedom or ill fated moil
blown some to hide below the blood wet leaves
some to melt or rot and drain through the porous sands
and sub-fuse the seas
like many slendered hands dissolving thin webs of fingers
like tendrils leeching forth into blend
and some leap forth upon the cliff
behest the fire skies wild cravings
to self destructions flambian end
the vanguards of the devil
with their heated incantation
and spattered sparkle
from the polluted notions of have and have not
have rid the gates of bastion
and now their mad battalions come
frenzied
foaming with their hatred
this is man
this is part of his very all
that made him great and feared among the many
understandings of our opulent indifferent world
as he rose an ugly Titan to straddle a small universe
and unhinge its sedant state
as a child may pluck the eggs of birds
or crush the small red ants