A poem.

Let the blood flow through the veins now.
It's warm liquidity a savior from the chill in our bones.
The brain -box sits ever so still.
But never shall the bugle sound now.
The wolves have all passed over into the shadows
And the dogs have come out to lick our feet clean
Oh! we love their tongues against our flesh.
Lust is the only emotion that runs like a fever up our vena cava.
Everything else is vegetarian. Sanitised. Perfectly precise.
Lets go out now
Into the wild woods that turn us into shadows
And creatures of neanderthal times.
Lets draw cartoons on cave walls
And grafitti on walls dividing nations
Lets spot our fingertips with ink
Thats all we can do really.
The Flowers and Sickles and Hammers and Hands
All symbols of the ancient Gaia
We see them around us -
The witchcraft assails us all.
But the Ancient witches are all silent now.
Their magic spent
They have turned into dust inside the ground.
Some maybe even into stars.
Lets look up at the stars
Thats all you can do, really
Thats all you can do.