Life and Death or Something Close

 

Swift motion and cold night air. I am awake and dark
sleep forward now and live hard. Speak soft and sober.
It’s almost a dream, a recovered memory. I was here and gone.
Lost again and the devil is at his prayers. The black dog slipped away.

A rush of tumbling people, slipping down the way
into the mist, into the fog, into the dark.
Chart the place, but lose the line. I’ve burnt my eyes
But now to health. And now to Luck. Confess for blood.

Talk as you please – there is no safety anywhere these days
There’s no use for questions. Don’t bother to ask.
We’ve said too much or not enough already.
Either way, we want no explanation of words.

Life and death or something close, and I’m tired of both.
Make the matter dark with silent weaponry. By the Powers!

By the orders, executive orders. Fake news and the irrational arguments of the masses.
We are sick hearts drying in the sun.

It is becoming harder to live, harder to laugh, harder to love.