End of Day

Winter's dead end of day,
Damp-distressed,
Let's fall
A pall,
Ash-grey,
A-cross my tattered dreams.

Raining its sorrows,
Drumming its dread
Notes on, on
The corrugations of my brain.

A faint, cruel dirge drones
Mocking the false
Oracle of faded hopes;
Wide-eyed fear
Of night's omen-ous coming
Hard on the nailed cross
Of forsaken day.

Cracks craze
The bone-cap
Of the skull
Stretched taut
Over the scream.

Shattered, shivered,
One draws
The close of things
Over hunched, sharp shoulders
Like a threadbare
Cloak of blame.