Dark before the King

Trumpet Pausework

“Downclimb” by Author

trap a twirl twist in your forehead, you won’t soon forget your friends
people swirling in a whirlwind, forge a sad that never ends
cameras flailing watch a door post, wait for knocks which never come
some are watching from the corners where dark lamps do drop on some
then a field gives up its babies, people bleed and bark a while
moons are falling, stars leak faster, planets hemorrhage, die in…