Thursday, June 08, 2006
Drawn toward destruction.
The curling tongue of deceit
beguiles with alluring aroma
and a pretence of something more.
This sticky covenant,
signed in regal calligraphy,
only mentions sin in small print.
Contract terms, nebulate and misty,
transforming before you to suit the moment:
chameleon words upon the parchment.
There is a price to pay.
The never-never hereafter an ever-present lure
brightly coloured and gold encrusted
slightly tarnished at the edges
draws your eye from
“I promise to pay”.
Touched and flowered,
Branded, bruised and crucified
there is a price to pay.
A blinding nail stamps the document:
“Paid in full.”
Posted by Keith Wallis at 3:57 pm