Chasms' Rifts

Beyond the ivy covered walls where hallmarks chisel tears
a camera snaps its shutter shut on ungreased and toothless gears.

A field mouse lying motionless blends into his landscape
until incendiary bombs lay waste to quick escape.

A village wraps itself within a net-webbed fishing weir
catching all the nothing floating past a silent cashier.

The morning kissed rays of summer on the curves of noon napes
shimmer ground gold into russet, autumn-ripened, rain drapes.

Lost locks of amber hued cascades hurtle head first, diving
into divining, sage pyres, filled with death arriving.

Corruption spilled from the rotting, fleshy, bloody debris
strewn upon serenity's once orderly pedigree.

Unkempt, unshaven, the unwashed and blind powderkeg ticks
the moments away, one by one, consternating cynics.

Gladhanding politicians smirk behind their ally's backs
as courtyard countrymen repast shaded by black smokestacks.

Under flaming sunset skylines where eon's current drifts,
the setting of an era's age bridges past chasms' rifts.