Alexis Child

 

A world illustrated in words; the bleached bones

of aimless, cringe-worthy conversation, rattle away

like an empty railway carriage, inert and lethargic as an

animal exhausting itself against its prey, struggling not

to close its eyes to life, always in danger of sudden death.


In the silence speaks a home-grown god, proclaiming

praises to the bold architect; Poet, whose blazing hunger

for words conveys a yearning one struggles to name, as

if to capture the whisper of a secret, shrouded as a corpse.