Gone, With Everything Else

Gone to the jungle cats Gone to the fat cats Gone to the mice and insects in the sewers. Nothing will kill a man quicker than fear of loss. Loss of a woman Loss of children Loss of home Loss of fortune All gone, eaten by bulimic vultures who only purge the remains to leave as a reminder, something to look back on. All gone, violated by mad scores of pedophiles They feed Then rape Then stab until the dream is complete Gone to bureaucracy Gone to the wolves Gone to the blues no pick so i have to strum by hand Gone into poems and books and screenplays Gone into sour comedy Gone with the storm clouds Gone with the days and nights Gone with time and constellations Gone for war Gone for peace Gone for a quick break I am sure the love must be true when a woman's words can still pierce like a gilded pitchfork.