these are truly the last days

Bullfinch, 10.12.2515

« We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death.  

The sun has fallen down
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles. 

It went like this:
the buildings tumbled in on themselves,
mothers clutching babies
picked through the rubble.
The skyline was beautiful on fire,
all twisted metal stretching upwards,
everything washed in a thin orange haze.  

I said, kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days.

You grabbed my hand
and we fell into it,
like a daydream
or a fever.  

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down,
for sure it's the valley of death. »

  The dead flag blues - Godspeed you black emperor!