Imbroglio bedlam –
madness wing, twin
windows barred behind
a wilting cinquefoil
Twisted linen ropes
escape each, abseiling to
the tombstone garden where
within the pistil presses
Genuflect beneath sacrificial
temples sullied by questions,
reverent before silent halls
unadorned by answers
Guiding the supplicant
hand of god to take a
life, to free a life of god-
given mayhemic servitude
