When I close my eyes and count the droplets
eyelids think the tears have come;
Sifting sand through stubby fingers,
like barbed wire, softly spun.
Jagged peaks on shifting landscapes
swelling till all shadows cry,
Hatred screams its garbled greetings,
answers stop and crack the sky.
Stars align like neon road signs,
pointing out the cosmic streets;
Slips of memory's whispered secrets,
pinching jewels from princely feet.
Cackling laughter echoes wildly,
gazing into dimming fires;
Seek the truth and stop the madman
pinning toward his warped desires.
Out of caves flow bats and rabbits
coexistence growing harder;
Nature's battle, howling anger
changes fear to something smarter.
City lamps and rural moonlight
gathers all the darker scholars;
Count the pebbles, pile the harvest,

Watch the specter count the mourners;
watch him grin in patient waiting.
Watch the specter call the order;
Watch them line up...watch the hating.