#31
The Great Lamp
The moon stares like a head light,
freezing the world like a panicked doe.
Who watches us so closely they never blink,
and who are we, so small, to be watched?
Night creeps and it seems like no light
can penetrate the thick cover
to reach down into the trees and buildings
and the cars are driving blindly.
They go in circles around the world;
never stopping, never rusting or growing old -
they simply burn and tires squeal.
Who are we, so small, to tie the world in roads?
Towers raise their heads to the clouds,
loudly pleading to be heard -
we are strong too, we are strong, we are...
who are we
to be watched
who
watches
the blind
head
lights
staring at us
remembering the old
remembering
remember....
when the world was fresh
when the world was new
when the world had held ice daggers
(to our throats)
but we conquered
conquer...
con...
we triumphed
and the eye
the great lamp
it stares