Nameless Grave

A goat’s head effigy hangs in the shadows

impaled on fencepost of all my sins,

a puppet on strings swaying on wasted life,

gaps within filled with hollow evidence

of blurred lines between sanity and insanity.

Raw emotion words dismayed by splintering

and stirring within my bubbling cauldron –

a bloodiness of fragmented images fighting

emblazoned demons inside ancient marrow,

death knoll to torturous bones waning

beneath skeletal remains in the next dimension,

shrunken death chants of venomous censure.

Breath of crackled air shrivels tainted trees

from which it hangs, scorched and shriveled,

churning high pitched screams in bleached debris

with putrid substances leaking from orifices,

brevity of stark messages tethered to skull,

disguised life whispers haze of unfilled promises

and death ensues on a nameless grave.