Yesterday the world ended.
Today it ends again.
Every day’s the same
for those who wait
on devastation.
The Flood began
with a drop of rain
tiny, benign thing.
Now it’s a dead man’s float
in an overcoat –
a show of dedication.
They know
truths we don’t.
They see
supremely.
Only blood and bone
on infinte patrol,
they follow.
Serpent in the trees,
insertion fees,
all in on black.
He pays in
mysterious ways,
but they’ll be good for it.
They know
truths we don’t.
They see
supremely.
Only blood and bone
on infinte patrol,
they follow
truths we don’t –
Only blood and bone
they follow.
Only blood and bone,
The Infinite Patrol
will follow
wherever he goes.
© 2012.