" Zootskrieg "

By Blind Pathos

 

 

 

Eyes fixed on the mist

 Anything’s out of place

This minds a check list

And it’s tight like a fist

 

Behind this golden warm sky

The cold and dead wait for me

If it sees more clearly than I

It will be my turn to die

 

Eyes are on the horizon

Hurt minds tired hearts

Wind in the face back to the sun

Bloody hands on dirty weapons

 

This day woke to sunshine

A deceptive vision of peace

Last night people were dying

Now the crows are dinning

 

Damn the sunrise and beauty spilt

Belching corpses of men killed

Meat figures of those who went

In the likeness of who they sent

 

What did our living bring

Where have we been led

We’ll know these things

 better when we’re dead