black hole sun

another old one-the one because of which AC called me an anarchist, and which i used in 'black hole sun' (yes, yes, i know soundgarden have a song by that name. quite like it, actually). should re-do that sometime.

the gods are dead, their chariots fall
from grey uncertain skies
eternal truth is now a never ending bore-
drown me in seas of red that i might thirst no more.

i walk the streets, i search
for signs of flaming blaze,
but all i seem to find are crackers damp with rain.
i watch my tired feet
until there's no more pain.

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Emmanuel Reagan said...

I love this poem. When God is dead, death becomes the only possible salvation.

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