Die With Me Tonight

Would you care? It seems the most

Obvious of paths to choose; an ensnaring

Vine, candles burning both ends; a

Bitter cup we cannot pass on. Dining

On an empty palette; faded colour,

Unfound glory.

Join in Communion; the sincerest kind,

Expelled by religion, mocked by

Tradition and martyred by Samaritans.

Pretending, resending, all recycle greed.

None will grieve, perhaps a little in

Order to receive that which lay

Resenting under sleeve; the full

House appears. the vagrant dislodged,

False hands wave us past to make

Way for messengers; there is a cost.

Our cup overflowed, we could not

Reverse the miracle. bread far from

Broken, the nails are here to stay. The

Vine has grown over the hearth, pushing

Yeast into the mouths of dogs.

The last drip of poison seals the

Evening’s masquerade, the veils are

Removed and the murderer is paid.