Labyrinth

(By Gub, Turkey)

We float diaphanous
pillars of salt on a rising tide.
Wounded bleeds
Inflict torturous
Love

The battle to live
To die
Surrenders to the
Abyss
In which fear lies
Down with the ashes
Of wasted days

The dirt and the hunger
Of praise meanly passed-up,
soft words not whispered
Caresses withdrawn
Kisses unlaid.

Such feelings are children
Un-childrened

Averting the sentry's gaze
We pass by the colosseum
Orpheus,
The first Orphan,
Sees us wander
Recognises earth's
Loss - as we enter the underworld.

The land of the living lifeless
Man's god gotten selfish maze.