Besieged

Measure the hours with hushed prayers

Tremors erupt and invade

Collapsing bones powder the soil

Crumbling, trade silence for discord

As my limbs take action

The sparks of pain

That resist every effort

Crackle from the inner flame

I once called inspiration

Sighs fall gently to our feet

We scatter poison ideas

As we run toward every corner

Disgraced

Like the old gods

If we linger we will be abandoned

And sparsely paint the earth

The beat of an aging drum

Patters: Ba da, ba da

Cadence of our repose

Begs for surrender

Savage and seething breath

And one merciless spark

Christen the clay and stone

Anoint the earth

Is power

Infancy’s swift rise

Into self-awareness

Or is it knowing the lessons

Of what we've done

When did the remedy

Become the enemy?

In the tender web of night

She hisses lullabies