Winter as lictor,
which tithes our tired sun,
into ghoulish predilections for
the naive sons, soldiers, daughters and whores.
unaware that feast or famine,
leads malevolent men to cemetery bells
to shovels and spades which dug wells,
cold earth and Hell.
Time embraced fire,
taxing mind of William Occam,
to collapse on the razor shores in icey ire
of God or damned dreams, deities and desires.
sacrificed in the name of,
circumincession or perhaps farther
along false dichotomies to a song which habors
humanity no longer.