Unto us

As the dark unfurls
Strewn body
as furniture
stacked
on furniture
stacked on bodies
bare flesh
on metatarsals
blinded, by nascent
dark
still to come
to engulf
one's impatience
forfeited
misplaced

lain out
juries of
headless persons
do will
wishful thinkers
do wish
and turn in your grave
and present meagre offerings
into this impediment
to further some cause
and cause some further
tells not many, but some lies
and lies told unto us
will get nobody nowhere

Note: if you cannot get the 'flow' the first time I urge you to re-read and the accompanying syncopation should occur sooner or later.