WE COME FROM FAR
Little I know except that here we are
Lost in the woods like children. Yet to me
An inner voice intones, We come from far,
The fallen angels of humanity.
Laugh, scoff, put on the cynic’s sneer.
Rage, rage at the stars, and crucify
The god in your own heart for being here,
Ignorant of the art of how to die.
It’s a long journey, friend, over rough terrain,
With many pits and traps for wretched mortals.
Here pleasures often bring us bitter pain.
Like pretty flies, we buzz in scented bottles.
Strange voices soon will whisper in your ear:
‘We come from far to serve our sentence here.’