You looked through a keyhole
and saw the sun setting between rows of winter houses and bare trees
you were oblivious once
I was too

peaceniks lined the street
and we sang refugee songs

under the lamplight we searched for
keys to each other's imprisonment
we were blinded by the light
and read Molleire to medicinal plants
we grew to exchange truth for something
to eat and bite into, the moon was much younger
then....

"I understand it all" say the daisies braided through my hair.
A revolution needs sycophants.
Vampires and zombies will play their roles.
But what does it all mean to the ravens and the crows
gathering in a huge dust cloud when everything has
gone atomic?