Poetic Implications

Bleak eyed pockmarked and grey, all grey,

Boldness is not plucked from inside of a shell,

Warm, soft and plush delicately poised at the ready,

The dialogue read not a verse in its finality,

Bleat, in concession to the figure with a scythe,

The gaze, a desert of a timeless sea born despite the doubt,

All this, to be lead to the thievery and nakedness of the body,

Born from which we came, a cry into the night,

Bleat, the chorus sings hallelujah for the offering.