We Rise As We Fall Poem by David Lacey

Old heads mourning empty beds cling to the last skin shed.
He’s better off dead some say but what do they know?

We rise as we fall, we can do anything at all.
Even as demons roam the streets at night
Rabid, wild and prone to bite, the beast unleashed
Set free of his bondage can not escape the world
Of his own contempt, decomposing in the summer heat
Still he keeps running, raging as he melts.

Metallic birds of thundering grace
Race on by outside the window.
In constricting the truths of a blundering faith
We do nothing but prolong the show, the show
The game that we cringe to applaud.
Media fed monstrosities horde beyond the palace ages
Beyond the horizon we await defiant.

In shielding your vision from plastic light what do you hope to achieve?
In avoiding decision, distinctions between wrong and right,
In abstracting there definitions we are nothing but Adam without Eve.