Silent watching eye, Cleopatra’s magic portal
A round cavern filled with a thousand dark stars.
Unending black night hangs lazily over the mantle.
I recognized it from the past, exact flashes fired unnervingly.
Lives, bodies, blood, death, human misery, filling volumes, filing tombs.
Candles lit for the shrine of the unfinished, unburied and never always already dead.
I knew that the soft feathers were a distraction, the topical anesthetic to prepare
For the bigger injection, the lethal needle, the suction tube, the vacuum of doom.
The black bird stretches its wings and envelops its prey.
What a feat! What a feast! A feathered celebration of the abyss!
The flesh is fresh and the appetite still wet from the one before.
There is no extinguisher for this icy passion, this dark flame of negative intensity.
It will remove what isn’t even there and leaves nothing that wasn’t.
So clean so tidy is this rare pool of no reflection,
It is so dark the shadows cannot even see themselves.
Imagine what would happen if one walked in who didn’t know, who couldn’t see it?
God bless him and may the lord have mercy on his soul.

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