The walls come down
and we wonder
if we locked the door.
All around
we see the signs,
but we don’t remember
what they’re for.
This strange acquaintance;
prophecy and you.
So many miles ago,
we wrote a letter, too.
All these moments fade away,
like the enemies
we execute.
So much for warm dismissals,
so much for gratitude.
If anything got us here,
I’m sure it was out principles.
So came the charm and pleasure
and doing the impossible.
We gave everything
for something
and now we’ll find out
what it is.
So far we’ve only gotten lucky;
every single shot has missed.
But we know deep down
that pretty soon
it’s coming down to us.
They’re gonna come
and they’re gonna take
their pound of flesh from us.
We’re gonna scream
and we’re gonna cry
and hide under the mountainside.
Why did we think
we could abide
by a higher grace
that had a face
like damnation?
I don’t remember how it goes.
Did we ask for it,
or did it ask for us?
Come say you have to invite it in,
but now all of our thresholds
are just ash and dust.
Kings and queens
of any age
are overthrown,
and those that reign
on the final days
are plowed under.
The stewards of
the future
will prepare new soil;
a new Earth.
What is rebirth worth,
without a holocaust?
HG – 2018
