The Sunset of Reason
It never yields easily,
hanging onto the last light,
clutching at what the day
has tried to root in time.
You can almost feel
the moment when it tears,
pulls away and becomes
out of reach.
This is when
ancient instincts well up
from deep and peer out
into the dark. Myths
are torn from rock walls
and become flesh. Fear
supurates in tribal caves.
Only now the power
to kill has multiplied,
a tipped spear flung high
could obliterate a city
wherever it falls.
Bloodshot eyes scan
the skies for the first
signs of either
slaughter or salvation.
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