Brood Poem by David Lacey

Sucking dry the blood and marrow yielding
new lines, old skins to shed each bearing down the forces
that tear and seek to bind
lost within again the shadows of each former self
and all that we have sought to be
identityy parading maskerade
another sick parade of plastic agonies
and falsities in romance out the window.

will it last until the thaw
this feeling of greatness, smug and rubbed
up wrapped and concealed in warmth of arms
one heart to calm the other,
one brother kills another
all rage the war is waging
and the page is set to burn
turning chessboards into ash

the tray of grey is overflowing
bottles they need filling
all with new words to seek
no more sit ins just more shootings
for the media hounds to feed
into the minds of mothers
who are worrying their breed

as the brood is down there sleeping
keeping time in conscious flow
there's movements in the shadows
a million eyes
a billion legs
more and more becoming
from strange the sounds
cataslysmic the eneergies
the ecstasy orgasmic

now tasting new the light of years
salt and sulphur in tears of fire falling
new names chosen
old names calling
back into the fade of blessed times becoming
i am numb
i am become
we are one and all together
the inside and the out
the saint is in the sin
the life that we are living
if a game then we can win.