BY JAY WELLER
ITS SO HARD TO FIND THE HEART
WHEN YOU KNOW NOT WHERE TO START
AS YOU STAND THERE BY THE FIRE
BLENDS THE CONFUSION OF DESIRE
LAID UPON THE FUNERAL PYRE
A BILLION YEARS OF MUD AND MIRE
HOW IT VEERS AND CAREENS
JUST LIKE A MOVIE PICTURE SCENE
THE FATAL LUCK THERE IN THE WRECK
SHATTERED LIVES AND BROKEN NECKS
SO NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS
THE SHINY THINGS WILL CEASE TO BE
THE MONSTERS AND THEIR EVIL MEANS
WILL VANISH WITH THEIR PUTRID GREED
FROM THE FLAMES THE ASHES SENT
FROM REMAINS THE SPIRIT REND
ABOVE ALL MONSTERS AND THEIR THINGS
USHERED FORTH ON ANGELS’ WINGS