i walk down black roads that lead nowhere but streets that melt into parks across which i see flames growing in the black. i clutch my skull with my one free hand and throw tears to the moon. everywhere a screaming that describes abandonment, wilful emptiness. the most trusted have failed us, the most sincere have lied. it trails behind me, in the rain it heavies and pulls my legs. metal wrecks and falling bricks i cannot see through my right eye i can hear through the ringing there are animals in the trees and now there is fire upon the sky as children scream for their parents who are tearing to pieces the remnants of their future and coins are being drained like whiskey through the gutter and lucky fountains are filling with a kind of wine that heals the mind of poverty and pity and the rain beats hard upon my raptured face, now pitted with salt and dust and crumbling with a lustless fever within this tempest i see a baby run naked i hear dogs at each other and women in groups flying together they are pulling branches down to make flags to fortify the pyre the ideas there are doors with holes and walls with doors the cracks edge closer to the doorstep and i have to ask you if you love me if you will do anything for me because they are burning the radicals and the none believers and they are whipping the lovers and the relatives and they are ravaging the patient and the generous and they are hanging the children and the innocent and they are crushing the wise and the unique and they are slitting the eyes of the honest so to you and i they must be consistent and they will be tender but we must reach night by sunset, we must reach night by sunset. they are learning how to use their hands, they are running as they never have, there are tastes. there are sounds. the man you knew never looked so real. the woman you kissed never felt so impermeable. your children never sang so well. and the world is falling like a mirror, the sky is shattered and fire is walking whilst the men march through silence. whilst the men march through dead air. the sun will swallow us all.