Random acts blow right by
Civil attack in the sky
Virulent this banded bow
Resting shattered down below
Musing of the bridled man
Searching through the garbage can
Lifts the lid and beholds a door
That exits back before the war
Cataclysmic robe of doom
Tethered in this lonesome tomb
Rallied onward upward bound
Traveling past the speed of sound
An explosion of furies might
Travels upward like a kite
Rattles back and to and fro
Searching for those down below
And they listen
Yet foraging for a cigarette
Standing for a light
Rolling the rest lest perchance
And turning to the right
And explosion blows in the door
Back to an age that was before
The kites had string
The doors had beams
The life had dreams
Now without any means
Of delight
And fright
What are we to do tonight?
Turn left and right
Look outward to the farthest sight
For no travail
Is understood
To be less than a soldier should
And coming home
And resting one’s head
Knowing that one cannot be dead
And perchance a light
A glow to stay
Showing the way
Showing the way this day!