MY DARLING OF NYSA

By James Everest

…the earth, full of roads, opened under her…

Yes, my darling, turn, degraded,

To the darkness you have seen,

To the fields where you have waded,

The thick water where you waited,

Eyes cast to the palest gleam.

Yes, my darling, turn, degraded,

To the land where sense is faded,

Where blood-crusts remain unclean,

To the fields where you have waded.

Serve the god who is not sated,

Whose desire is to demean.

Yes, my darling, turn, degraded.

Bloodlust may not be evaded,

Follow down your swallowed scream

To the fields where you have waded.

Turn to the land you created,

See its viscous liquid sheen…

Yes, my darling, turn, degraded,

To the fields where you have waded.

#darkpoetsclub