a wandering whistle
long lone shrill
a cold hollow tune
swings out from dark
earth’s end
no trumpet this
but
like the wind
small breath of song
mournful wail
seeks the faithful
in a faithless land
sharp notes like ice
like tears that roll
like tears that rip
falling lyrical
finding that
between a rock
and a hard place
is nothing
is hell
dry and empty
Harnessing Chaos 