Into Dust

A Villanelle
- By Repressionist poet Tina Twito


These temporal things will crumble into dust.
These fickle moments skewered across the years.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.

You do not notice love disguising lust.
You seek the kiss you crave beneath the leers.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.

These shining wonders all begin to rust,
This new Pandora's box of subtler fears.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.

You'll find there is no bread beneath the crust.
You'll find that when you scream, nobody hears.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.

There's no true beauty where there's no disgust.
There's no true joy without the cleanse of tears.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.

You think my words decrepit and unjust.
You will not fear the heat until it sears.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.