lighthouse for the damned

a flickering star

a lighthouse for the damned

who wander ever closer

in the stomach of the land

but when the lost souls wonder

they all become so tired

so they take a special serum

which re-lights their dying fire

a poisonous serum

that came from a steam

that came from a spring

which was hidden in dreams

we drink it under bridges

under street lamps

under trees

we put it in our coffee

in our morphine

in our tea

but when it all dries out

and the fire's all been doused

we start to cry

we start to die

because there's nothing else

november 4, 2021