The sky has been
murdered
its sunset lies bloody
dying on an horizon
a stiletto’d silhouetted steeple
finding the heart
between the ribs
of land & sea
staining my mind
making me a witness.
God like Mac the Knife
scurries off
keeping as usual(out of sight) .
Soon the deed done
night covers up the crime scene
& black...is black.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-is-black-for-bryan/
