Junk-Pile Pantheon

Dressed in shovels and ribbons.
- Smoke for a daughter
- reflects off your eyes
- An attempted connection
- as straight as the pig flies

Favors cheap in a tin can shell.
- Less than illusory
- parachutes in the skies
- A misdealing failure
- bleeds a blue-ribbon prize

I can see vacancy.
- You deal tongue-dabbled tricks
- post-prophesized lies
- Sickle-cell laughter
- steals the depth from my cries

Ballads sung "Thy kingdom come".
- Tolkien balladeers
- sing soot-stained sighs
- Icarus descending
- while all Asgard dies

Your oven eats detente.
- Shiva-clad doomsayers
- Ragnarok on the rise
- Soft lashes flutter
- a cyclops disguise

I burn for The Moon.
- Entrenched in a war
- while a dead sun fries
- Faith is a solace
- like Pandora is wise