Poem

These lions will never tame us

So our lives built on lies,
These architects build the foundations,
To our nations on famous faces,
We promote ideas above our stations.

"If we cannot make it, then no one can!" We scream.
As if all the world's deposits are within our reach.

Love is fractures, fractured bones in moments,
And movements within ourselves.
You see her face on a dark street and its a movement,
Both inside and out.

You turn yourself inside out and try to understand,
But its like understanding a Kid Chameleon.
Changing faces and doubling paces,
Up and away as you catch up.

She laughs as you break footfall, stall,
And trip tearing out your own tongue.
Down to a concrete passion that embraces,
The dirt in wounds on our faces.

Holy Ghosts, Holy Hearts, Holy Dawns,
All the miracles in the world.
But yet all this fiction fantasy,
Can't stop her tired yawn.

It's evidence of a good time turned sour,
Ain't got no money left to blossom your dead flower.
Love is all,
But nothing at all.

M.Hewitt 20/12/08