Desolation is a God-Send,
gray-shadow plastered
on egg-shell white
prison walls,
hearing the laughter of absence
and cries from the void,
mad-men
form flesh from
the blank,
and those madder
form Art from
the blank,
others unaware,
never to be graced
with your
enticing Desolation,
superficial smile
blended with oratorical
silver-tongue confectionery
will unravel the affection
of another,
but my
Desolation is a God-Send.