The Restless Poet

The blunt prick of the headless
Horseman suspends bullets
In the hollow of his silhouette.

My smile, mud-smeared and twisted,
Shoved with fistfuls of dirt
Behind blood-laced daggers.

White waves of foam
Spew from the depths
Of a gutless trunk.

The steel bones of my iron skin
Melt against the fortress walls.
A mold of fierce hate and atrophy.

Red plumes chase
The shadows tied to the identity
Serving eternity in isolation.

Through virulence of untamed gardens
Rise the seeds of the undesirable,
Flying toward the vault of the earth.

Under the limbless trees
And obscene images
The face of ash trembles.