Danse Macabre

“rarely said aloud and not bound to any objective accuracy” *

Down and outward my gray heart

Gargoyle limbs to earthy plies

feral notes of bodies in flight

Silhouettes whispering

fragments of night.

 Venal lunges hide livid eyes

heart on heart

Tongues rush by

emotion in motion

infinite redoubt

An Inner sculpture

 forced out.

 A secondary image

Of rebirth of  

Amniotic streams of the gods

a consciousness


Only a trace of blessed skin

another figure

Walking off

freed from Terpsichore’s

untamed heart

infinitely searching

that silence

drowns out her lyre

*from John Loughery’s ‘The Other Side of Silence”