Blackened little rose, hung
too long on display,
dunned, thirsty for dew
cut at an age
that withered purple & blue
chambers of bitten coal
have their fleeting heart
where lapsed red with dark dyes
last scatterspent sparks,
such brand beauty for another dies
Black Rose, in your dry sheath
a long hanging on these walls
shall turn one lost
those who know not this, know naught at all
& mock life’s death, like an invert cross.
IIlluminati Ganga is a collective of writers, artists, musicians and creative spirits of all types. This poem is written by IG Agent 18, who has lived in many places, and only been thrown out of some of them. He hitchhiked with his mother across the U.S when he was 11, has written a lot of poetry and never stayed rooted to any spot.
Currently contributing to the Illuminati Ganga publication Luminasticity https://medium.com/luminasticity – he has also written a recent book of poetry entitled The Mixtape of Taliesin (https://www.amazon.com/Mixtape-Taliesin-Illuminati-Ganga-ebook/dp/B0B6PMM294/ref=sr_1_1) based on the Welsh myth and legend ordered with a Tarot theme. He is working on another book of poetry named Mercuric Distillations that will hopefully be forthcoming at the end of the year.
Published 10/31/24