Trinkets Pale of Moon

By the landfill I rest
 I burn their clothing before I dig into the ground
 I am Janus-faced denial with vines
 you'll wish you hadn't run

 Clarity is calling me
 I hear the hums of tiny beating drums
 I feigned umbrage at my bruising fist
 you'll wish you hadn't run

 And with these trinkets pale of moon
 senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles
 when I nurse your tired heart

 And every time you hear the screams
 of lullabies collapsing
 walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling

 Their gourds are punctured easily
 amnesia fumes in little twists of silk
 induce this multistrobe with melody
 you'll wish you hadn't run

 I sing here at the seedy urn
 my father taught me when I was young
 you wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia
 you'll wish you hadn't run

 And with these trinkets pale of moon
 senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles
 when I nurse your tired heart

 And every time you hear the scream
 of lullabies collapsing
 walk towards the echo and let it hold you trembling