Their World

Maybe it’s not for everyone.
Another circle round the sun,
Another day, another one,
And you’re like the word alone:
You don’t match up.
 
Have you seen the other side?
I’ll give you something to laugh about:
Wake in the night,
Brutal, quick,
A flash of eyes – red and stained –
And someone laughs
And no one’s there:
In the morning you’ll find
Another grey hair.
 
You’re too young for that,
Too young for this,
Too young for Hell
And too old for Bliss,
And I’ll tell you something else, you know,
It gets better than this.
 
Have you seen her smile,
Lilith of the past?
She’s not a woman these days,
It’s been too long,
But she remembers how to smile.
A stretch of muscle,
And you can see the fibres:
Blackened, gristled,
Rotten away
And there’d be maggots there
If there were anything to eat.
 
Fallen angels with blackened wings,
Charred –
The deli on the corner,
The overactive oven
And burned the chicken to a crisp –
That’s them
And they laugh,
Feathers dripping on the floor
And if you think
In the dark
It looks like blood,
Then none of us would blame you.
And in the dark
A lot of things look strange
But in the firelight
Stranger still:
Hands curled into claws
And they’ll glitter like iron,
Like swords,
Ready to duel
Over nothing so heroic.
And no one cares
And no one comes
And maybe that’s for everyone.
 
And there’s no reason.
Sins, and rules, and broken promises,
They aren’t real.
There’s no reason for this,
Simply them –
Their nature now,
As yours was then,
And this is their world
And they win.