Gone.

The devil stared from the sky
Our reflection splayed
Across the oceans,
Laughter strangled
By sorrow’s persistence

The final tick upon us
With the tock long gone.

Mercy held at arms length
For no-one could beggar belief
We were one with insanity,
Smiles felled
By tomorrow’s regret

The silos driven by hate
Silent. Gone.

© 2009 Michael J. Earnshaw