The sun smokes her last cigarette <br />for the night <br />having burned all she could, <br />to the poor souls lingering she turns, diming the light - <br />the flowers in agony <br />beg for just a bit more <br />while the only sound to be heard, <br />is a locking of the last cold door - <br />it's lights out <br />when the sun sets <br />such paroxysms <br />nearly bring about thoughts of mortal regret - <br />eat gravel, grass <br />or dirt <br />eat it all, <br />there's nothing left to hurt - <br />the worms feast <br />inside the spinning earth <br />as the cosmos look on, <br />asking what is it all worth - <br />the royal curtain, soaked in blood <br />is torn apart... <br />the sun sets deep, perhaps deep enough even <br />to enter into each human heart -<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lights-out-14/
