An ash desert, winds bearing nothing
But dead dreams, and memories of green.
Hollow world, the creation of hollower men
Gone mad with machines, digging leviathans,
Giants of the deep lusting, burning, blind.
Sweet fruit of the earth goodbye, beauty
Of lost animals forgotten, a steady drum
Of the end beating like a black heart.
We are falling, failing fast, sailing
Toward solitudes quieter and darker
Than any we have known.
I am scared my love,
My loves, sleep
The sweetest sun sleeps at dawn
And the bitterest twist cuts like a winter night
This heart is full and frozen
Fonder and weaker, the longing heart
Grows like a gianting star, huge and
Enveloping as magnetic forces ground
To clouds of dust, pinpricks of awareness
And awe, shrill alarms like scattered prey.
But love is still and quiet and strong as blood,
Forgetting nothing, dammed and pooled for
Its release, one river into another and then
Into the waters of the Earth where I will
Always find you come hell or storm or none.
A hundred thousand years of struggle,
Good against banal evil, every great
Achievement a monument immediately
Undermined by base and venal fools.
Now we, good and evil, edge ourselves
Closer to the abyss, entranced, chained
Cheek by jowl in pairs like animals
Entering an ark destined to drown.
This is the time to rage against the dying
Of the light, the extinction of us all,
Being dragged by the unfit, idiotic, hateful,
Hate-filled lovers of pelf into the dark.
An eclipse is coming, the end of the Age
Of Man, fools angrily shouting down
Sun and moon both, burning this world
Inside and out until it must be nothing
But a wasteland of ash and an ocean
Of bitter tears shed after the die was cast.
Turning and turning, the vortex will not
Waits to drag us down mile after mile.
They say the light that burns twice as bright lasts half as long.
The light that cannot burn wants to find a way to flare like the sun
Or become a wisp of smoke somewhere out of any sight.
God protects none of our stolen fires, and his eternal enmity
Confronts me in my sleep like an electric whip striking out.
I want every drop to the last breath, but thirst and fear
Can only mean that today hinges on tomorrow, life runs backward,
And love is a memory of something lost before it was found.
Let me find a way between the hunter and the hunted,
A way to be in this world with its sweetness, and leave late
Suddenly the house is cold and empty,
Quiet as stone, and the mountain road
Strung out like a constellation of stars
Before us has disappeared in the earth
Like a memory of light, a dead serpent,
And the fabled garden of ignorance.
Inside and out, everything is hard
And sharper than a needle, a silence
That goes deeper than it should, ice
In every vein, heart stilled and afraid.
This is no place to live, nowhere in
The midst of plenty, a desert of want.
Windblown body, blood and bone
Blasted and breeze-borne like grains of dead sand.
Losing love drop by drop, evaporating