Adoration

the depressed facade was dense,
in its tower,
there was a woman in lament.
her mordant tears ate away her memories, taking away her fears but not the pain, her wounds in decay.

she heard the gong blithely sounding, echoing like a curse thrown into her ears,
there was a feast.
she saw shadows clung like chains at the fireside,laughing with the crowd.

indolent images surrendered, and on their knees, they begged.
extorting blood from a numb flesh,
in adoration, she closed her eyes and bestowed a mournful kiss.

©jenh2010