Hope

hope

 

has no feathers

it is a plague

plucked from the heart

of a damning god

it rests not

has no rite

relentless as a fugue

its sings and will not cease

its gory hallelu

with furtive intent

i first heard its macabre plea

as a boy in a room

i liked it and let it hold me

it left and returned

like an insecure christ

returning with rapture

as look i back

the faith has left me

i am impotent

as the god

of this very thing

bellicose and stung

at night she returns

inhabits me

whispering nothings

if i listen, escapes

if i dumb struck

entangles once again

once in death

i fall into dust

and even there

sings and sings

ascendant

without a feather

in sight