Sad Poetry: Defiant Sheep

take the colors. give them new names. bartering with minor gods. 

the world is all sawdust and semen. in the jagged nightmares of little girls. 

time comes in doses. a foul medicine. for a sickness that cannot be cured. 

turn the gears. left the engine play its hungry song. 

our feast comes after the music has stopped. 

chase the thieves. as if what they've stolen had ever really been ours. 

 surrender. embrace the raw of empty cages. as the key hangs from the lock. 

swallow the words. fondle the stones that weight our pockets. dare the grief  to drown us.