Reading 24 - The Pale Green Glow
The Pale Green Glow
This dismembered soul, boiled, rendered down,
This stagnant un-dead child, left wretched, all alone,
This tiger-mauled bloody corpse,
My heart gouged cold-chisel deep,
Eaten raw, my greasy gob of protein,
Spat out, cold on his infant bones.
My precious twin,
Starved of oxygen at birth,
Interred beneath the bone cruel ground,
Adorned with bitter blue each broken May,
Brave in Sebastian’s tortured shade.
And low, low through the looming stones,
With bitter bells each undeserving May I roam,
To fall desolate-desolate on his darkened stone,
And moan, moan on his infant bones.
And low, low over his darkening stone,
A slim crescent moon softly sails,
A pale green glow to comfort,
The absolute stone of my soul.
O life shrivelling loss!
O dense and darkening pain!
O empty punishing hole!
A whisky rinsed youth, left wretched, all alone,
A seal pup abandoned-bleak on a chemical beach,
The totalitarian towers of defeat and decay framed near-by.
The pale green glow,
Shining from my bedroom light at night,
Wound around a lamppost,
Lame on the wynd outside,
I wearily wait,
For the twin I love,
To lean out and shout.
The pale green glow,
Suffused and shrouded,
In the birthing room I clasp,
His cold and lowered infant hand.
