I Must Imagine Them Happy

The grey cratered moon

Slinking in shame

From its worshipful whirl

For golden phylacteries

Refused to penetrate

Through thistled trees

 

Under obfuscating obelisks

An obsidian behemoth

Wears juts and notches

Dyed and decorated

With crimson palms

Men, woman, and children

 

This sublunaris procession

Trained by gashed earth

Muck inlaid by starry jewels

These hopeful paulbearers

Ascending the reticent bride

To a coronary crest

 

Ostensible Ozymandias

Etiolated in its charnel bridewell

Lugubriously alights

To undulating paroxysm

Fulminating further deformities

And noxious needs

 

Angry Rose

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