One for the Dreamers


On the Last Day

Of the moon and sun
only the myths are left;
words fill the sky
instead of light,
and the clouds
have turned the colour
of well-fingered parchment.
Today is the day when lies
finally triumph,
cardinally bound,
set to trample reason.
No more high seats
for pragmatic action:
the fire-birds have fled
their confines,
proof is coming to redeem
the children, the overlooked.
This end is worse
than the scriptures imagined,
and better: all the mouths
of all the behemoths
now open at our feet.

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