Saturday, June 18, 2022

Children of the Night


the spirit of the night sleeps during the day

as it is difficult work saving all those souls,

the evil-doer mocks the mock as it spends

its times reaping daily souls for harvest,

day by day we sacrifice our good looks to

those who would whisk us away in chariots

of gold and into the heavens sex is not a

crime of the heart but a justification to 

perpetuate the races regardless of the colors

that were flown in the night sky...  we have

abandoned our faith but not our morals and

when the alarm is sounded we muster in the

court square with all the others who have lost

sleep wondering where their children are...

we paint the town with reds and greens that

we got from Sherman Williams on sale, paying

a premium for the brushes that were made 

from the whisker hair of leopards...  and when

the paint dries we hang the photos of our lives

on the walls just constructed hoping that we

are able to install the roof before it rains.


3 June 2022





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