somewhere to the left

a rage once said
I would trust implicitly in death
drag my ball and chain
to bitter twilight

a curse shattered the silence
one more soul to bleed
I could rape the music
I could ride the shaman

a priest fingered hell
with my deviant fingers
his death of tomorrow
rescued my insanity

a canvas awaits insult
something sinister
to bite a loving thought
watch it blaspheme

a cemetery begs me
enter the left gate
peer just beyond the desert
for the darkest silence

Billy Jno Hope lives in Dominica.

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