Here We Are Poem by William B. Deutscher
Here We Are
Here we are
despoiling our days
With bad talk;
the nasty things we say.
Here we are
going down on desire,
wanting what we want.
Fast burning fire.
Time's arrow
pointing the way
to final disorder,
and giving no quarter.
There's a price to be paid:
Idiot's parade,
jiggling regression,
primal aggression,
no visible saving light.
Our fade to final black,
in a roiling squall of night.
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