The Blueness of Your Sky


The all-seeing eye in the sky spies Hades below.

The magnet trap of the tik-tik fly spits in the eye

to cover its fever.

They worship the eye with blood-red wine and anaemic

pie letting children cry for there’s no room for laughter

in the vast blue sky.

Twist in their sigh left for weeks by never-ending ways

bought with silver wrought from gold stained with red

wine slaking thirsty throats.

The bright blue sky with the never-closed eye

reflects in the ocean of tears and my twisted sigh

drowned by fathomless waves.

Open the windows of your soul to the still black sky.

Bring upon your head the lament of acid rain stinging

tears in the conquering eye.

Blood let the lustful tattoo on your sweaty inner thigh

bourne of ink torn from sinew pulled from heaven by her cry

of unspoken abstinence.

Bleed while you may while others seize the day

in the name of the eye that never blinks, never thinks

in the highlight of fate.

Hate the invalids of the eye’s sacred sterile strife

and pour oil on flames covering their fertile fields

fretted by the sigh of death.

Drink the brackish wine of their blood-red tears. Cry

with the eye that never weeps for it has not hands but

claws to cut out our sight.

Worship on the dust of the crust severed from the die

and laid at the stigmata feet of the disjointed swollen eye

seeing all in the darkness.

Swim with the locusts and pestilence of the hidden eye

and never pry into the machinations of the charcoal horses

tethered to our tomb.

Seek angels on pinheads as they sigh with grief and fly

to blue heights beyond the eye’s ken knowing only truth

never to be told.

Open your wings, but never your mind’s naked eye.

Leave it dry of tears wept wantonly for the unknown

bones of the plague pits.

Behold a human image held high in the esteem of bloated men.

Walk with us, through us, as air, O, spying eye, and show ardour

in the blueness of your sky.


Rochester, 2016


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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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