I have a black God
who, at times, leads me lost
without tether, without reason
without return.
The summoning,
comes from an empty place
of dark pools
in which no light can escape.
Where silken glass shards,
lay scattered down below;
the remnants of a shattered heart
like forgotten confetti
once adorned,
in dark ceremony –
the very making
of this tragedy.

Jesse Falk