Let no man
Look up to the sky
With hope
When rivers run dry
And rain turns to ash
When blood flows black
And veins grow cold
Crystallized
Let no hands
Reach up through the soil
Of cemetery gates
The dawn spreads across
The horizon
And I’ll be calm
Hell.
Hell will weep for you
Fire will weep for you
Stones will weep
They will weep for you
Copper will weep
Sulfur will weep
Iron will weep
All of the metals
Will weep
For
If there was ever a soul
That could damn the living
And bless the dead
It was you
It is you
Hell.
Hell hath no fury
Like the wrath you leave me with
Scorned
By the veil between us
About the Creator
River Gilliam
My dad always said he knew I was going to be a poet because I was crying before I had even completely left the womb. It’s always been my dream to get published someday.
She/her. Cosmetologist. Writer. Vegan. Dog mom.
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