Sedition

Sedition

Who filled all space when wings were clipped

Took to the hills with swollen feet

Pigments piqued with proton pumps

To stand alone in sublime consternation

Limitless

Scathing inroads of insult

Whose decay buried by structural spurts

Dragged across a bed of thorns

To substrate vice and sight unseen

Whence bleeds the groin of war

Arms forced outstretched and pain untold

Camouflaged to run amok

Dugout in some helminthine disguise

Such variation cache knit

High fluted brow

Bright flares of dubious regeneration

To those wasted hinterlands

Charging volley sidestep steep

Such brief sedition

In a sack of landfills

The enemy is at hand you say

Picking clean the overlord’s overload

Threadbare on a length of breaths

All is fantasy except for my demise

Proffered by some stained hand

Your words are wise

At the dawn of sparks