tomorrow’s a new day
when
this
night
Will be forgotten
And
the light
and the might
of the eager armies
surging to war
we’ll have forgotten
what the fight had been for
and the wind whispers peaceful death
over grass reaching for height
and the moon in the morning sky
and the silver-hot fright
which the living things move by
driven to flight
when the quickening pulse
and the mood is just right
when the life-shedding earth snake
pulls my skin around tight
i will cling to the new grass
Like the cold morning frost
i will sing to the very last
i will sing very lost
Like the song of the deep sea
Like the howl of the stray dog
who scours the night streets
outlined in the dense fog
when the earth overturns itself
yet again as it always does
when the ends of the universe
touch me, soft like my mother’s blood
i will change in the darkness
like a lady undressing
i will cast in my fury
every trapping and dressing
I will rage in the silent storm
I will find peace at last
I will blaze across eons
I will lie in the grass
ca. 2011 – 2012
Justin Aptaker 