Aftermath

The aftermath Comes tomorrow Then the afterglow, sweet and pure A falling rain, came down like a cavalry And trod us all below We raised our hands for want of cups Amnesty, came suddenly Your window sills, filled up with poppy seed Still a thoughtless few, were out Gathering bones, with which to Bestow, a curse to haunt this land The cacophony keeps cascading endlessly As it pulls your teeth, and strips you of your sympathies Our advances might sustain you for awhile, but one day you must atone How that's done, I couldn't say The apocalypse, has been delayed again Put down your swords and pick up your pens Your final words may not be your last They may yet find a home, inside another mouth