The Gods
way above the infant night
they watch
before the silver chalice
they drink
filled with time and youth
they sing
to full movements of desires
they touch
deep inside the flowers releasing scents
they yawn
from hidden gardens entombed
they fortify
by mortality lapping the purity of sin
they laugh
as we continue to watch everlasting end
they sleep
into the light delighted from the sight
they dream
of failure fucking out the truth of lies
Charles Lara
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gods-2/
