fire

the razor sharp moon.
satan’s ghostly white sickle.
bleeding my night dry.

the sun is an old man
who wobbles in the sky.
falling asleep on a red pillow
until the world turns black.

raging again in the bloody morning
beaten blue and purple
how angry is the night.
how volatile the mourning.
how terrible the dawning light.

the evaporation of hope.
the deepening despair
of a world forgotten how to care.
lambs driven to the lion’s lair.

the world turning like a worm.
the constricted chest.
the tightening noose.
the binds that tie.
we watch the world die.

the land is barren.
covered with festering sores.
footsteps of humans.

time is a burning fire
in which we are consumed.
no phoenix rising.

time is a dying man
whose children play in young skin.
hardly aware
that their clothes are wrinkling too.

when the night falls hard
from days of too much living,
stars sing lullabies.