Mazenderan
Mark A. Fisher
was it love?
that in darkness bound them
or fear?
that drew them together
to become monsters
phantoms in dark passages
to dash romantically
within a bubble of ignorance
dressed-up illusions
for a band of bigots and dumb-asses
mere Keystone heroes
in mock struggle for decency
hoping in some…
imitation of Persephone
they could simply walk out of hell
after mere months
instead of an eternity
in catacombs
beneath all truth
never to be triumphant
and burying all memory
beneath the ruins
of all those rosy hours