Until the Sun Disappears

We have desecrated even this twilight - we have emptied the moon of
its light so that we might blind ourselves.

When the hero stood at the door we shrouded his face, pulled his heart from
his chest and sank bullets in his head until the saving ideas were drowned by screams.

We raped the land and poured blood on the trees because we thought that
would make them strong - we have killed the tallest, the best, the most beautiful hearts of men.

WE have strangled the hope from the streets, from the voices of children, with green paper
shoved down their throats. When they vomit it smells like oil.

We pack them in, identity and eyes, until they appear to be one contiguous color - one big
brown face. We have forgotten the soil of their eyes, fertilized with their blood, lies beneath
the plastic world we have created.

Industry grew from the broken steel like the phoenix of our dreams - we provided
Icarus with wings of rubber tested at 2000 degrees. We knew the sun burned hotter.
WE flung him into the sky anyway. When his charred body dropped like a stone
we covered our eyes and called it a firework.

We will die at the hands of the man and woman and child next to us.

WE have condemned the world to a life as bloody as ours.