Confirmation

in the steps one takes to the sea

those taken back to forgotten fins

and amoebas dreaming of the sky

time's hands momentarily pause

to tock their ticks and to count

a dozen or two down to one last second

this second when we watch Nero

beckon for Caligula's resurrection

the tears that will be shed will be

the blood of so many yet to come

spilled out on the pavement 

where barren lands give birth

to skin draped skeletons

these forgotten children

whom angels have abandoned

will only thirst for neglect

and only hunger for shadows

that hide them from themselves

they will wander through lies

that bellow forth from behind columns

and take flight in ravenous crows

these devious tempests will toss

Eden's offspring into the abyss

as Caligula's horrific glory

shines down from obelisk heights

Nero will be but a memory in

the geoluread dust contaminating 

the air and adulterating breath

stifling of the cries for justice will be

taken in the wind away from the asshats

that gobble their grisly suppers before

the horrific glory of the now risen Caligula

one by one truths will turn to stone

waiting their turns to be pulverized

by the scepter of Caligula's tongue

one by one every answer will be questioned

every star will fall from its celestial space

every tree shall fall, every speech will go unspoken

until darkness and silence shall robe Caligula

and strip Eden's offspring of everything