Swallowed Whole By That Good Night Poem by James McLain

Swallowed Whole by that good night
gives rise to flames.
Burning town's and thank less God's
good night to thee.
Then looking here,
we've found a place we could not be.
Nothingness is not a normal frame of mind
if something's lost,
then found, you can not sleeping find.
Before we were, not unlike now,
there was no reason to the seasons, though
they changed.
In all we see today the violence takes away.
Exploding star's are seen, though what is seen,
was what was once to far away.
Being made of that is what we are and by the by
their are Billion's who say were not.
To have an intellect, unexplored
and die inside a cave, a room, a house, a shack.
There is no hope in peace the dream it fades away.
Torture, killing, rape, exploding bombs that rend
and tear away the soul's of what we were.
Living in the tree's was safer than to what
we have today.
There's just to damn many of U.S. and making
more will fix it all the ignorant say.
Swallowed whole by that good night, is all there is.