The ants are destroying the colony. Revolution is saying “no”. Every fire’s a prison Every burnt out shell, a grave. Sign your own death warrant
Month: August 2011
Small child holds a bearImagined roar scares the bad guysNo one can get in.
Dive from falling bombs,Muddied foxhole, oasis.Death cares not for rank.
Fall into the darkBreath weakened, spirit shaken.Broken leg, eyes wet.
By the grave we stand.No god watches our heartbreak.Just bones in a box.
Follow the old trail.Into the forest, darkened,Trees now skeletons.
Music soothes the beastNo longer screaming and sourContent just to sing.
See the boy runningChased by slower fatter ladsWho never catch him.
Coffee at EustonAlone but waiting for youHeart beating wildly.
What’s behind her smile?Beautiful fatalism,A mute siren song.