the utter desecration
the corpses are everywhere that we are
if we are anywhere at all

vibrancy!
(the memory of it)
has finally gone
except in the puerile mooning dreamer
as she wallows "in heat"
and wanders mid stars

the violent discussion
forced upon almost everything
we talk about
as we become again mere slaves

they say "god is not dead"
(those who are killing god)

we are so very beautiful
but that is no excuse for stupidity

tomorrow is frozen and still
in the horror of today

see see  the corpses

and the death

and the war