Midnight
I. CAPITULATION
And in the end it will not hold
A failure built of increments
The victory of the present
Over the memory muddled past
And formative future
Our will would not fulfil.
The April rose is infested
Aphids come in many colours.
Rose Clear Ultra Controls Fungus.
Prevents Future Attacks.
II. –THE GIRL ON THE HILL
We were different creatures then
In the twilight past forever dying.
The sun of St. Patrick’s Day shines too brightly
Allowing no shadow
Where lies usually wait.
I wish I understood love.
III. – THE SITUATION
We are all embers in the void
Singular perpetual dying stars
Blinking repeatedly against the darkness.
Utterly alone.
Our children the dubious legacy
Inheritors of our inconsistent incoherence.
Morbid morality.
Sing them songs by Charlie Chaplin
To ease their feverish dreams.
- Kennth Hickey