The thirst for life
I shan't live vicariously until I drink too deep
Steeping my too-old mouth in the freshness that is new life
Life stolen from those too naive to notice
And too weak to resist
I am iron and I stand tall
Taking hold of intrigue birthed from the shadows
That engulf the bed I have made
Laced with the bodies of the ancestors of my land
Counted out precisely to divide infinitely
The length of my life

Take up your arms , boys, down at the ferry
Purge the evil with the blood
Blood of us
Blood of them
Blood of my father and your father
And our father's fathers
Tainted with turning the other cheek
Or openly accepting
The life degraded through *******
Take up your arms, boys
For martyrdom is a far better pedastol
When formed of the bodies of the innocent

An equine of the purest black
Of the smokiest shape
Doth tread lightly
With calm words
Filled with the strength
And the weight of morality
His path dictated by the men
Who stand fore and aft
Clearing the way
Pushing him on
That he might stand on high
Nigh impossible to tear down
For a symbol exists long past its time
And though his steps of smoke are made
They echo throughout the decades

So caught up in changing me, I changed us both.

It's one of those days when the deep dark seeps in
And closes my eyes to the world
The change in my corneas affect the whole image
I'm seeing things I ought never see
Not when I'm alone like this
The deep dark nothing crawls on my face
And takes giant bites of my residual self-image
Until I remember nothing of who I was
I am erased completely and I do not know
Whether to thank or curse this changer of me

A dozen heads but add one more
Placed on the piano near the door
That in its presence sounds will fall
Gutenberg's chaos, pleasing all

Drops of rain like acid fall
Upon the stupid child
Whose head averted from the call
Of mother hears no sound

The drops continue, falling fast
Still stupid child sits
And the marks erosion made will last
The child's lit eyes fade