All the Gods are dead

All the Gods are dead

And the day is just a churn

There’s no make believe

Each day I grow more stern

Wars are over there

And the radiation plumes

While children play here

The magnolia tree blooms

The continuous unwrapping

The continuous unwrapping

The gift that does not last

Here one moment then

The past is just the past

Time is walking forward

It arrives and then it goes

Time is here and now

Then time is just ago

There is no remedy

There is no remedy

This is where I sit

No place to go

Nothing more exquisite

Here is where I spend

All my daylight hours

With no room to spare

And no tall scraping towers

Take up the broom, put down the rake

Take up the broom, put down the rake

Put an end to this end of it all

It’s over but still you are living

Answer the beckoning call

Last breath in and breath out

What difference do these days make

Take death into your own hands

Take up the broom, put down the rake

I live without a waterline

I live without a waterline

The constant wave and current

Facing my yearly fears

That stand on their own warrant

Here again the pushing

The breaking of my door

The World demands my world
When I did not ask for more