Dark Darker Still

[E.A Rumfield]

How I feel strange these days
a sensation I do not understand
bleak streets
bare trees
sleek metal cars
monstrous machines
concrete tombs
strange sounds pierce the night
the birds are gone for good
O I feel strange these days
and I grow tired of the moon
artificial light drenches
a lifeless landscape
stop on red
cross and meet
I awake when it is dark
fall asleep when it is darker still
my soul is hungry but all I find
is moldy bread