"ICY MISTRESS" 

there laying in the darkness 
a broken body devoid of breath 
still bleeding upon the flagstones 
ignored by a world 
immune to caring 
only the cold hand from the blackness 
touches upon the soul 
pulls it down with icy grip 
into the bowels of lifes icy mistress 
the spirit gone searching 
sheltered in the stars 
feels nothing of the mistress 
as the body is digested 
and expelled in an unforgiving river of dreams 

© Thomas Lloyd ... 1999