When Death Does Us Apart

When horses fly away to the night, to the peaks of Jericho

When our hug disappears to the fog on the shore

When the lips of yours are doublelocked

As if I kissed one of the troyan gates

I’m just a pariah without name

Undrunk, unloved and full of hates

When shots of firearms do subside on the streets by the bay

When death does us apart by the blue waterway

When the smell of booze clears this nest of doves

And your rosy cushion does the same

Then it’s the end of song, end of love

End of war, end of shame