Human Sorrow is Pathetic
Five years of death are not so long, although
The first was black like Satan’s mind when he
Was falling, Lucifer no longer. No
Light then coming from him as the spree
Of darkened angels hurtled hobbled to
Their doom, their eyeballs roasted by the heat
Of falling through hell’s atmosphere, this crew
Saw blackness only. Darker than bog peat
Maturing for the fires of humans, they
Knew evil then, like evil that we smelled
When lightning took our man. Then came decay
Of agony for us. At first pain yelled
But now the years have withered it to breath
Like whispers, like a prayer in saintly death.