Tiredness

Tiredness now comes

No way the clock says Five

Buzzing it around us hums

God know how but I’m alive

 

Written down dumb, numb

Hope the rhyme strives

What keeps you, come

Stab me now with knives

 

There is the flower, flames

Wavering in timeless joy

Wishing for the moment’s fame

Being played and left like toys

 

My hand they hurt but I go on

My heart it hurts but I sing my song.

Tombs

So write some peoples names on tombs

Etched by blows, sweat and fate

Scribed by craft and women’s wombs

Watched in emptiness by wraiths

 

Someone loved, now gone away

Loss it burns those who wait

Pain it comes on every day

To those who hope or wish for faith

 

Since the end for everyone

Is to lie in stony ground

See the light, have some fun

Or push up daisies in a mound

 

This is life that leads us all

Frosty tombs in which we fall