Last One out

Cancel that, the myths over run

the deities shake off their auras
sigh and slink sadly away.
This then, is it, the end of days
No explosion of light, No last judgement
No singing choirs, No brimstone, No fire,
just turn off the lights, last one out
Shut the door. We came to a garden
And in our childish greed all we saw
Was wasted space and weeds, all we left
was crumbling concrete, cancer, rusting steel
toxic waste, spent oil, sludge and despair.
It’s not a religious thing, its not a matter of faith
look what we had, see what we’ve done
It’s over finnito, fin, leave ‘em to it. Shut the door.

Lascaux

Great Hall of the Bulls,

rehear our land speak

eminent spirits of night sky cave.

Awake, waken, awaken now

to cast through the Chambers Engraved.

Hear, horn lord of a hundred warriors arms

and pause and flavour the Painted Gallery

live, steaming under natural star maps

last great pride of the old ways.

O’ god flesh tribe tribute I humbly summoned

For the wakening of old ones heart strings

Banish the dark and walk among

Us, O’ rise now under world sleepers,

Leave that dry rest to set scales aright .

Last pride of the old ways

Sleep no more, hear my cry.

Old as Bone

On a corner rests an old warrior
calloused paws hang to the ground
cropped hair not hiding many scars
In the night he sits as old as bone.

In convenient store light guarding time
he had a name, time old, another.
land unknown, time stole that
and bone and flesh and youth.

let's call him Adam or Abraham or.
couched in steel and crucifixion
his cape, the night knows him,
in these silent streets another echo.

A strength time and rip torn flesh
could not dampen or temper with
shrapnel. Speaking as the grave
with a voice that once knew joy. 

But forgot in the statistics of 
a ravaged land. in beacon breaks
and broken bones scream laughs
that echo in the night, his badge
his body and his cape,
whisper of another land.