As to the pale:
please note: the pale is exile. and beyond the pale,
beyond is beyond
exile into –
residue is all you get to keep.
A whiff of a rosa rugosa can bring you to your knees-
you pray to dead idols and broken spears
what ever is left of your ideologies is mist
Was it ever more?
mist adrift that ( which )
covers the bodies which ( who ) cannot escape the objectification
the SILENT snub the finality
there it is,
a new language growing up around you in
a tainted tortured vernacular