conundrum

a sly maven of darkness
maunderer growling in the night
a frightful shrouded sound
beginning with the mysterious M

mystery, a mystic whisperer
a whim full of wind and waves
an old star falling aimlessly
slowly dying in deep dark heavens

a mausoleum of mallow vaults
waiting for Maundy Thursday
to cleanse the soulless feet
of those who killed mauritians

mystery, the conundrum
wallowing in a swirling maw
delightfully regurgitated to jawls
masticated by cud chewing mammals

maundering through fogs of pain
soul turns time, sleepless to
dreams of bright morning stars
dispelling mystery M with light