the eye that ever seeps
behind an unwoke lid
gathers silk in a milkless land
tarnish, ink and toffee
to rim the rinding basins
left over from the feast
to dress the hooves of cloven men
taxed with mirth and lack
fall they fall the ready ones
trusting what they crave
tumble on and tumble down
death will save us all
love is what you said you did
it’s poison when it’s true
give us out your other face
fill the cracks with borrowed space
fail the test we beg you
fail the test for us
smile and make the villains young
where all the rules are rust
fall they fall the ready ones
trusting what they crave
tumble on and tumble down
birth will save us all
the downside © 2022 Fergus Deffely
Fergus Deffely - Author 