Dark Places

203461_1043105893_7925013_n_biggerby Joshua Converse05 Jul 2013

Down in dark places,
Laying, moldering, sweating, wet in the dark,
Where we bury the bones;
Places of ashes,
And dust,
And forgetting,
Of sinister vegetation,
And secret hate,
And bittersweet dreams remembered between asleep and awake:
Pouring out like a Miltonian fire,
That darkens the eyes,
That lengthens the shadows even after the sun goes down,
Where everything grows and shrinks and seethes.
Out to a buoy on the edge of the horizon,
Where dark things circle beneath,
With hunger,
And hollow eyes,
And jagged, ugly smiles,
Down in the basement where great beasts sleep,
Without sound for swaths of childhood,
Without light, a closed door.