Besieged

Measure the hours with hushed prayers
Tremors erupt and invade
Collapsing bones powder the soil
Crumbling, trade silence for discord

As my limbs take action
The sparks of pain
That resist every effort
Crackle from the inner flame
I once called inspiration

Sighs fall gently to our feet
We scatter poison ideas
As we run toward every corner
Disgraced

Like the old gods
If we linger we will be abandoned
And sparsely paint the earth

The beat of an aging drum
Patters: Ba da, ba da
Cadence of our repose
Begs for surrender

Savage and seething breath
And one merciless spark
Christen the clay and stone
Anoint the earth

Is power
Infancy’s swift rise
Into self-awareness
Or is it knowing the lessons
Of what we've done

When did the remedy
Become the enemy?
In the tender web of night
She hisses lullabies