The day will come when the poles reverse

  

The metal dynamo underneath us

Turning and turning until eventually

It happens

But they say we will all

Be gone by then

So what’s the difference

And this is before the sun decides

To give up the ghost

This is before the expansion snaps

Back

And all our science breaks down

North will be south

And south will be north

And the creatures will lose their way

And the sky will dance

Green

Over the city.

RIP

Monsters in the bright day sunlight

Ages old                                                                                       

We are leant on

Ages old

We are pushed

Down

And they speak in tongues and roar and

They speak truths and simplicity

And we are leant on

Kneeled upon

Can’t you see the truth?

How easy it can be -

How clean and simple?

Eyes shining

Clear of pain or desire

Clear of memory or disgust

Ages old

They have always been

It seems

Speaking at volume

In volumes

The right path to take

But their white eyes hold no disgrace

And so cannot fathom the bottles of liquor

Cannot compute the morning sunrise being a curse

When you never saw the night

Before

Their ideals are far removed

From the drunken spitting reality of making it

From A to B and sometimes

Back again

But not always

They buried their own red buttons long ago

No self-destruct option to be

Seen

So you learn to move fast

Slide

Speak faster

Walk in cracks and shadow to get by them

And their clean living paths to a clean living

Death.