Beneath Heaven

In twilight he rode on shadows
Through the sunless veil of immortality
Severed from kith and kin
Lost in dark turmoil
His decayed wings and teeth
Seek the ripening children
To fetch his morning meal
He cannot feel, cannot see
The savoury and spice
The wonder and joy
Only the dust and the dirt and the pain
A procession of nothing
Forevermore