Fallen Angels

[ellyssian]

As the world winds down
in entropy enthroned
We cry the liar's defense:
I didn't mean it
I didn't do it
I didn't mean to be so cruel
to twist the knife and pierce the heart
to break the bones and tear the flesh
I didn't mean it
the first time nor the last
I didn't mean to cause the cut
to reopen the wound
or to silence the dying gasp

As faith lies shattered and broken
we hang our hat and bow to another
and claim it is but survival of the fittest
We were masters of the world
once upon a time
when things were rough around the edges
frayed
a real fixer-upper
And we took what we could
Formed it and molded it
an artificial world
that suited us better
in our own image and all that
concrete and tin foil
black as our asphalt souls
But we did all of that
good landlords that we are
Because it wasn't good enough for us
not to mention the money wasn't half-bad
Profits in the bank and prophets in our pockets
walking tall on the backs of others
and as they expire we find new minds to herd
blithely claiming that nothing lasts forever
except for our eternal souls
or diamonds
or plastics
or roaches
and we wonder why on judgement day
we are examined so deeply
held too long under the magnifying glass
until that cocksure soul we are so proud of
smoulders in the bright white light

Copyright (c) 2007 Everett Ambrose Warren

Comments

[patrixa.livejournal.com]

you alway amaze me with your depth and understanding of life. even when it is painful.