Over Solemn Walls

Got to name the perfect dead
when once they lay that indulgent head,
sin looks no good on silent frame
hang a halo on saintly names.

No more fault, no lies to tell
the bad it sinks into the well,
bones begone under graveyard stair
ignore the fire that got you there...

©Steven Francis poems 2013

Dead To Worlds

Tongue strained to overtures
and sand;
eyes closed yet alive to clocks
and inches,
rolling to tea and shop fronts
where stockings rise for chariots of ages,
the thellish strained overtures
and choirs of death.
I am death!
Eyes closed
and looking to the blind...


©Steven Francis 2012

Diana Dead

Satan grant the knock
Princess Diana's death,
the quiff
the quiff over sunglasses
swerved the wall into the car,
paparazzi smash!
Satan grants the knock
that kills Princess Diana,
Diana Princess
throne slippeth away,
the snow the blood
the blood the snow,
fingernails point
to lenses flash.
Diana dead
Satan knocks,
the car revolts
the walls revolt.
Diana dead...

@ Steven Francis poems 2012