A wild door, a shadow of a door; I see
the golden nob, rusty hinges from top to feet
With demons and angels on either side
Smoke-filled emotions gliding in-between
the flat perimeter of its beam
“It’s a strange way to walk into”, said HE
Though the heart desires and vainly seek to inhabit
every crypt faraway.
The untold burden and weight,
the darkness now surrounding the earth
Was born and breast-fed
With the nourishment
Of that which living men bled
Behind that door.