It was the last day on earth
And all the trees were bleeding
Dark green, the sky was crying ash
And the light seemed to pour from the ground, or from within ourselves
Though all, like reversed moths
were drawn to the darkness
To hover about in silent mourning
The loss of the great empire
And there was no leader to show us
to safety
We scattered like frightened children
into the mother forest
But she didn't recognize us
Except for those who knew the language of the unborn
For those who could swallow this emptiness
And live off it
And not allow the venom of our opinions creep into our voices
To sleep there, like a parasite
Only the children wrought of moonlight knew the paths
Between lonliness and listening
and for us, there was tomorrow
For them, there was only yesterday
