the gloom swans

and they found shelter in decay

as the morose ballet

danced across the wreckage of metropolis lost

fingering the broken glass, dreams and wind

constantly fuelling the graceful progress

of the gloom swans

a death march of sinister beauty

drawing survivors back through ruined hearts

seeing a blend into the melted, living forms of day

and crawl back to shadows smooth of night

appearing only to undertake the execution

of sky’s foe

why so vicious, oh gloom swans?

why so death?

why do the children weep

in contempt of your sterile feather?’

why so pardon the corpses

laid out in the cleansing of your mockingbird departure