In White


In white

Your plutonian gaze



This passing-place

Of mortals.


White Words

When weighty words

Of nescient nobles

Weigh nothing at all


Yet those words

Still burden broken beings

With lead-lacquered lore

That holds captives

Captive with dark dreams

Dreamt up –

Leant upon themselves;


The oppressed –

Supporters of their

Own oppression.


That is when

Suppressed speech

Speaks up

First, a word

Then a torrent.

Thoughts tearing down

The self-supported cell…


The pale words of white-washed men


By the masses –

Found empty as echoes…