Witch crow?

critics would
criticize amongst
themselves
when he spoke
openly of his
innermost
feelings
and they would
wrestle with his
thoughts in their
critical state
of mind
and try to
decode the
uncoded messages
witch emerged
as they read on
with the shield
of sceptisism
to keep them
from second degree
burns
in their own
persona

there was this
cutting edge
in what he said
a sharpness to his
language witch
appeared to sever
this from that
and make
colours blend
in a rather
surreal
picture of
virtual
madness


and then
there where also
that witch cannot
be easily summoned
but  through enduring ordeals
of wich grown men
often turn bloated and
weak on their
first appointed date

onwards he rambled
succumbed to
the idlness of chaos
yet at the core of
his splintered being
remained a silence
into witch he retired
when the hardship
raised its worn
sails for
sea

always onwards
and with no thought
of himself
but the idea
of expressing
that witch cannot
be expressed
without turning
all the minds switches
in all the wrong
directions
while playing
repeatedly
a backwards
melody



then he would
not pause
nor stop when
the curtains fell
but raise his
voice to the skies
and urge the Gods
to step down
in a circle of
the coven
from witch
there where
many
and all beautifully
naked

the wind would
signal their coming
through the trees
with a rushing
& whispering
breeze

and one by
one the gods
did
play  in their
flesh and rattle
with their bones
of
witch they all
agreed in
ecstasy