Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Nine Times

Nine times they came
The men in suits
Hands open
Mouths twisted
In false prosperity
Nine times
Nine of swords
Making Ill fated treaties
Of the soul
Nine times
Engine number seven
Billowed its smoke
For Industrial Revolution
While I lay stunned
And watch them come
Like lighting to dry grass
Their fire
Left me thirsty for
A time before nine.