- Criticality Incident II
On the second day
Blood pressure falls, but the temperature rises
Fitful shivers as muscle strength begins to fail
Heavy hands, swollen eyelids, weeping eyes
Dilation of blood vessels and organs enlarged
On the third day
The pain is unbearable
- Dark Days
The dead lay rotting in their beds,
On the road, piled beside their half-dug graves
For now they outnumber the living
And soon the living will carry the dead
As the relentless Winter closes colder
There is little of food and less of warmth
As the cursed lay untended and thrashing in filth
- Sickness
And yet, few have paused to wonder
What could make a man such a lie,
This wanderer, this seeker of mystery
Turn his face back in to the wind
His long and lonely footsteps trace
In yearning for this familiar place
For these is a shadow behind his gaze
- The Long March
Beneath the burning sky, dust choked air
Horizon to horizon, in a river of stumbling footsteps
We are walking
We are a trail of blood and tears
A single suffering entity, that stretches from sky to sky
That slithers with languid motion, shedding dead skin.
Somewhere
- To Your Fate
I hoped that you would die, in the night
In the cradle of sleep, in the forgiving darkness
Your eyes closed, resigned to your terrible fate.
But in the grey dawn
Before the sun looks upon us
With her cruel and ceaseless rage
I see gentle light touch your eyes