The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Shall death be their luxury?
Shall death be their luxury?
M A Heathcote
Open your hearts to the divine slopes of death;
Concert all those gypsy fragments into one dying breath.
Each dazzling torment is an intoxicating, storm...
Each labouring, anguish, arrives blindingly, newborn.
Each Pentecostal arrow, slain in loves-lost-languish,
Might your insomnias fall deep into ravines of madness?
Censure always and be not afraid to be a faithful witness
That unbelieving, entry! From the fallen to the risen!
If dreams dreamt can departmentalize all what’s given...
Then surely the searchlights of an inveighing, Sheppard
Can muzzle the wolf-winds-teeth, heavenly upwards
And immure us with an un-dissolving, everlasting, vision!
Yet more miraculous shall be his reconnaissance, passion!
To save the dishearten, hunchback, cripple in his penury
O" master of time in the sublime will death be their luxury...