Another Black Folly

I sing to myself, of dirges unearthed from a buried heart
For a virgin and a whore for all to dismember, alone in foreshadowing
And the memories of another unruly deviations indebted to moribund afterthoughts
To order from chaos like chains so rattling at the gates of indignity, foretold by tongues afire

So now who dies so that others might live, to lift this headstone so heavy till damnations unfurled?
So for what am I singing for if the singeing of late flatteries it caused all sensations to return or be halted?
Are there no more sanities left to ring in the jubilations in the wake of false mourning, be still or be righteous?
And to what ends then, for it seems like forever when the last I saw light as it is and without so much tampering!

But forfeit all you want from all that was given
For this tainting of bloodletting it caused not much musings
From the touch of sorrow in the veil of loneliness, misguided at best
To the vile dust from whence we sprung, to live and fight another black folly

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012