Solemn Pattering Of Waves.

Solemn pattering of Waves. Dust of recorded Ire From the Olympian table Down. Fires that in the woods of The heavens Shot blood faced. Verse upon verse building As the Spider Weaving. Ah! we humans Spend so much of life In weaving! Tell tale face Guilt dripping From the frowning Not from the gibbet A guillotine prepared And Thoughts were Queuing. Images that change Scenarios that One after other Burst. Change of style As driver changing gear Bewildering and To put off Traces of detective Critics. Driver of clouds Slovenly part of the clouds For rains Storing Drizzling on the Seas and Oceans Immense and wide and Daring. And at last The guillotine cuts down Once, but the first Time. More to follow.