The old men sat at their stools hunched over
through grooves of time
Jars of beer drunk and some to be had
not knowing this thirst could be just their last
Quiet chatter of a talken past through
a fog of noises removed of facts

This was their future from a bleaken haze
a past so forgotten in a drunken place
families back home awaiten the call
return to méh₂tēr not seen the forgotten sons

Sadness missed in a home where children had played  
too the drinking hole lure a life gone astray
the old men still sat to a glow painted over
that was never in place to a beer flowing lover
all lost in all grace through tobacco end hands
feeding the beard stained in years gone in romance

No memories left on the stone face of death
as the flowers did fail to fall gone in a breath
a quite hymn sung from the mourners that come
yet scatter all quickly once dust is in done
they know where to go drink beer and say Joe
the old man...god lay him to rest

flaxen bold streams of bounded glare
how many past days and men have you caught in paths
of your hair
no answers yet
just a flirting flash
of mystery
winners say its love
losers-misery
your beauty sweeps
long and gathers
songs and embers
old trees and men
burn forgotten
furious furnace
that you are
you are the fury
that dissolves
and disrupts
you are the flood
that cripples
in rumbling tides
of thirst
you steal tomorrow
and today
**** time
without speaking
the seconds break free
and you
bleaken men
to blindness
choke them
with sleeping dust
and bury
them alive
you are the desire
that demands to be known