Songs of Anguish

Songs of Anguish 

Clouds approach my eyes,

silent spaces, intense blues and greys,

buried simulations of a life

preparing for the day of departure. 

No one leaves dressed in diamonds. 

No prince parts clothed in gold nuggets.

No one flies covered in sapphires.

Abandoned we return as dust or salt.

Nameless we embody other parrots,

worship other snakes 

in the skins 

of faceless saints.