And We Howl

Tyler Golec

 

I’ve seen the brightest among us tossed

Mangled, bodies strewn on train tracks

Spirits now, riding the rails to Cyberus

To raise a glass with Hemingway

And adventure with Hunter S. Thompson

Far away from this here bat country

Where shiny vampires sell novels

And Bram Stoker rolls in his grave

 

I’ve seen the beauty in young eyes

Darkened eyes from sleepless nights

Because what would our dreams hold

But terrors worse than Poe could conjure

 

Balls deep in each other

Finding what pleasure we can

Because food is scarce

When Garfield imitators

Own all the money you think you have

When our only real possession, our dreams

 

Young dreamers huddled together

Cherish what warmth we can still conjure

What love we can still feel

 

Charon, the dutiful shepherd

Beckoning us to flee

For the certainty of his future

Ginsburg foretold the coming of Moloch

“Moloch, Moloch, Moloch!”

Is now chanted in the streets

And no,

I don’t think anything but love is sacred

And Kerouac may have had it right

That livers should be poisoned

And we should all die before our time

 

I’ve spoken to the doomed before there doom

And whispered what I thought were truths

To lovers beneath thin sheets

And wandered through dark places

Guided but what light there is still left

 

Children of the sickness

This sun has been blackened

And what we fuck erodes

Thwarting us, leaving us back to this

Nuclear radiation laced nightmare

Waiting for cancer to transform us into,

Walter White,

Willing to turn on everything

That we once loved.