Reliquaries for

dreams delayed soon rust and crack, 

letting hope seep out 

From the mountaintop 

one can see them coming to

burn everything down 

Mazes and phases

you wandered through blindly towards 

some new horizon 

Raise a broken glass 

to our shattered psyches 

and the lost causes 

They told me stories 

of the village's past with

wistful pride of place 

Super villains had

it right, maybe, in regard 

to ending the world 

An Aztec jade skull

I saw as a child still haunts;

beauty and horror