Last Judgment of Scoundrels

At night I hear insufferable steps

startled moth flew up towards the moon

an under stellar pond lost its depth

and shadow swarm like ants on aged wood

And where I lend an ear

I hear the turmoil everywhere

and wordless fear comes nearer

and strident anger sings — I’m there

Hush… enchanted fern

rises above yellowy waters

there are no ghosts

only the last judgment of scoundrels

rattles on rocky road