roaring at the sun

 



our youth roared like
hungry lions daring
the sun to
blaze

now we sleep like
tired old
children

dreaming for the safety
of a womb to which
we can never
return

and the stars taken by the
madness of eternity
show no
concern

the trashcan's outside
my house show no
concern

beautiful old cars on
their last legs, oil pan's
dripping, brakes
failing, show no
concern

days fade and the
breathe of night
finds the beds
of both the
blessed
and the
damned

the lions mouth opens
the wound little
by little

aching

pulsating

mortal