Comes the sun that
we cast down in ashes. Comes the day we list our sins in steam. The sun
all squandered in drizzled beams and bright lies. The sun all spent for
some other season, the price of some other world. The sinking feeling
sacrifice, the cost of finding fire is watching all this smoke. Every
stone sings out for solace, every song drowned so long ago. The evidence
is absent, but all they can talk on is the ever after. Riddle our
babies with bullets, pretend that the question is why.
The word
is wings and whispers, it is unbottled lightning, it is swifter than
thought. All the prophets all ears and grave proclamations. All our
leaders all thumbs and fear. The word is loosed and we pretend we do not
worship death. The word spills free and grief can not violate the
sanctity of the instrument. The killing hand will find its fit, whatever
death happens to be convieniant. The killing hand is sacrosanct when it
is blessed with extra ammo and spits death in droves.
Come the
end there will be no comfort. Come the end there will be no answers than
mean anything at all. Say whatever prayers your custom dictates. Kiss
your children and hold them tight. The day will come of no tomorrows,
the madness wanders reckless through our dreams and streets. It's just
like living in a movie except the bullets are unkind. Fill your hands is
the national anthem, while howls of sorrow ring out loud and true.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
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