Random Unsorted Drafts / 31 March 2019

m.a.y

May – in days of old meant

Spring in bloom,

May – forever now be

Hell’s fires rising high,

May May be forgotten

Buried; and tarmaced,

A slaughterhouse alight

With clowns laughing

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.