The Infidel

The sharp high note of deceit
laced at the tip with doubt
soars into vacant blackness.
Bound, gagged, they listen, watch -
Understand desperation's writhing toward release.

Dampened dust settles as the war lies half-
defeated, half-victorious,
Unable to sleep: love remains!
wakeful,
across That ocean (blind, deaf, free)

Night hangs still close, pressing open my eyes
No blanket, love is far, and the bed careens about the room
trying to know and reject strange,
Terrible burdens we thought
dared to break up only to
find a sick stench -
impenetrable synthetic skin which in showing itself makes
No darkness.
Strong enough