The Lotus Eaters

The lotus eaters have fallen upon hard times;
they have taken to eating rocks and bones,
mumbling and crunching their way through midnight.
And you can moan oh.....oh but I have
had enough done enough seen enough
and still they crunch and mutter and chew.
Nights upon nights and days upon days
and blood upon daughter, brother and son.

The lotus eaters have fallen upon hard times;
they have taken to burning their garden down
with low narrow eyes that reflect tiny flames.
And you can moan oh.....oh but I
am just tired and have reached the end
of what my hands can do
and still they burn and burn and burn.
Nights within nights and days within days
and the smell of smoke from ash by the road.

The lotus eaters have fallen upon hard times;
they eat now with unholy calm bones and rocks
beside the gates of their lotus-laden land
and they do not stop.

In this white white sun long beyond paradise
the lotus eaters have fallen upon hard times.

D--
9/89



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