?

Midnight glistens bright,

Silence shines still. Below

The concrete chaos straddles

All darkness of fear.

And we lie, you and I,

In the uncertainty of state,

Sharing this stage of fate

To perfect the fashion

Of false expression,

Like engraved smiles upon

Embalmed bodies,

Whilst they wait

To become like

Kisses blown in the air.

“Where is the Lord our God?”

Let us walk through

Sprawling streets,

Where the stick-lipped smile

Of small talk greets,

And twists into a savage

Snarl when our feet

No longer

Slap the naked street.

How the flame of frailty

SWELLS in the embers of envy.

“Where is the Lord our God?”

Let us step over

Spitting

Drains,

Clogged with dreams untried.

And wade through the swamp

Of cigarette ends

With sunrise as our guide.

Bone thin beggars stretch

Out to us

But we are as wretched

As they; for the sickly sound

Of pennies and pounds

Is what our lives too evolve around.

“Where is the Lord our God?”

We cannot make stale

The shimmer of this present,

The tyrant of our mortality,

So let us stroll

'Till we are shape without soul,

And the taste on our lips is tingling cold.

Created from nothing,

Cremated as nothing,

“Where is the Lord our God?”