Wormwood

Swimming unconsciously

in a dark sea

of turgid swelling waters

the electric brain sparking

little short-lived embers

shouting mindlessly

across the thick murkiness

hands held up as in sour surrender

turning sweet

then bitter

wormwood casting its spell

of slow painful murder

beatings rap on the chest

gasping for precious breath

in the soporific cage

pounding without mercy

upon rankling sensibilities

the clock of procrastination

rapidly swirling arsyversy

with the whiplash

of angry moments

spewing silent drops of blood

and excrement mixed

with gall and myrrh

the waters tremble

as unwelcome light filters through

oblivious to the murmurs of evil

9 December 2005