The night is dark
and many are dead
and I have a scented candle.
There are holes in chests,
in hearts, in heads,
and I have a scented candle.
There are towns in the country
emptied by brass,
there are snakes in our towers
as well as our grass,
and all of it storms a place in my head
as I sit here in silence,
on a comfortable bed,
and stare at a scented candle.
Scented Candle
Interesting poem. The sudden cut in the 1st stanza from the images of the dark and dead to the scented candle is effective. I also liked the music in the 3rd stanza: “there are snakes in our towers / as well as our grass / and all of it storms a place in my head”.