THE SKULL

The skull 

stares back at me 

Cold Hollow Eyed 

Through plated glass
loomed stark and sighed

 A once breathing being

a person such as me 

Each Holy breath for granted 

Each morsel taking liberty

No slave to the water bearer 

You or  I 

Earthly gifts abate our hunger  

  things that money shouldn't buy

 Yes Skull
You
and I  

Oddly this is how it is  

The pivotal force behind Creation

  striving to survive

Gods orchestrated symphonies 

  keeping us alive 

So gloriously arranged 

So the grass It seeds

 And the grass It grows 

So freely, just as we do

 and the water Falls 

and the water Flows 

so freely just like we do 

And this primate fleshless bone 

Who's air filled lungs sighed blood and cried

Now cold as Lapis stone 

A force once sung in here

In him resided Crimson Blue

 A ticking tocking Heart 

Courting the Mercy of the hammer
In the name of  Death and

Art  

Truth kissed Souls die searching 

blazing planets orbit Mars 

Prophets play the chords within us
Death turns us into Stars 

And in the stillness of the Raven Blue 

and the jewel bedazzled sky

Ours is not to question
Ours is not to wonder why
 It is the Diamonds on the Skull

And not the skull itself
Which makes it's worth beyond belief
and Priceless

Beyond Wealth...

(C) HELENA C CARTA