8 November 2011

Feast of Souls



The dogs will have their day

When the beast calls us home

We will devour the world

The last great feast of souls


We shall call on a saviour

But no saviour will come

We shall eat our children

In the last great feast of souls


There will be no burial rites

No funerary procession

No-one there to mourn us

At the last great feast of souls


1 comment:

  1. Chilling beauty. A deeply moving epitaph for the long time spiritually dead whose hallucinatory existence is capriciously devoted to all lifeless .Oh, one can hope for rude awakening