There Was A Man

They used to call Everyone’s Fool.
Well now he’s been to the other side

Of the world and back

And no-one’s fooling him

Instead of trying to fight
I ought to just give in
And let them take over my life
With all their noise and din
Above the storms of doubt and strife
Hear the small still voice within.

At the dead bits
That flake-off
The Hole

A Hole in the world that is recycled

Not wholistic but gappy

The Titans ate their children
In order to stay young.

Father, how can I speak to you
When your nose points the wrong way? You don’t smell the darkness
Nor feel the light of day.

Madness looms

I eat myself

Destruction impels

A gloomy image of hell,