unhinged
The night the stars died
we cried like lost children
the irreversible end
godless, faith and faithless
In the dark hour, brothers turn
some, the pack animals, don't cry
they unhinge
spread dark, oily wings
put heartbeats to rest as fur flies
A Bette Midler instrumental plays oblivious
blood pools rusty brown
under harsh halogen light
all for a pack of menthol cigarettes
I sit on a hill
the fires run echo red
the valley inside out and screaming
Pedro says we can't stay here
no place in this new world
for number lizards and middle management
Pedro says poets still have a place
if not a purpose