Poem: Wild

Poem: Wild

Seth Nenninger

Poets’  dance  drains  life  from  mind,
Net  death  in  thread  of  life.
As  nature’s  scales  sink  and  fall,
Fools  flair  fen  and  fiery  knife.

Lost  eyes  lust  and  laud,
Masquerade  matches,  mankind’s  make.
Timber  and  sap  from  sacred  grasses,
Crumble  in  society’s  wake.

Broken  wilds  wear  and wail,
Ends  of  echoes  eventually  meet.
Strange  sirens  behold  visions  of  fate,
Hope  is  in  the  cardinal’s  final  tweet.