Bitter Moods

1.
The reverberations of the dark blood
Steam and flood
The hollowed eyes;
And once mouthed, issue sighs
Which split the wood & shatter rock.
2.
The tremulous wringing of ageing hands
Shift hot sands
In ugly time;
And once marked, strike the chime
Which holds the hour & breaks the clock.

Small hands clasp the hearts locket,

Guarding its secrets sure.
How this little book of shame
Makes scornful eyes demure!