The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Death is a luxury
Death is a luxury
M A Heathcote
Heart..? Open on the divine..! Slopes of death
Concert all fragments-gypsy in-one-dying breath.
Torment, intoxicating! The dazzling-storm...
That labouring anguish blindingly newborn,
Pentecost arrows, the slain lovers languish.
A heathens lost romance; unearthly, mawkish.
Insomnia in the ravines of madness...
Censure; be not afraid of the faithful-witness
The unbelieving; from the fallen to the risen!
May dreams not dreamt divide all what’s given?
Searchlights surely of the inveighing, Sheppard
Can muzzle the wolf-winds-teeth—heavenly, upwards!
Immure us; his everlasting, vision!
Miraculous is the reconnaissance, passion.
The dishearten hunchback cripple in penury,
O master" Time! Sublime! Death is a luxury.