Grim-filled Lullabies

Excision

Lit swollen tongues...

Lies buried between gravel and dirt will be sung,

air escapes with the whispers from lungs –

Under heavy pressure they are oddly held,

strange the how the quiet understands louder than most ears compelled–

Will you hear...when it really matters to help?

Don't anticipate full arms embracing by the suns derision...

May witness the last dusk my eyes shall ever be given,

sight needs mention...

Senses grow grander under flailing lights excision.