Lights Out Poem by Smoky Hoss

The sun smokes her last cigarette
for the night.
Having burned all she could, she turns
to the poor souls lingering, dimming the light -
The flowers in agony
beg for just a bit more.
The only sound to be heard,
is a locking, of the last cold door -
It's lights out
when the sun sets.
Such paroxysms
nearly bring thoughts of mortal regret -
Eat gravel, grass
or dirt.
Eat it all,
there's nothing left to hurt -
The worms feast
inside the spinning earth,
as the cosmos look on, asking,
what is it all worth -
The royal curtain, soaked in blood
is torn apart...
The sun sets deep, perhaps deep enough even,
to enter each human heart -