On my way home
I passed by street lights
On a winter’s night
And thought of glorious Rome
As their temporary sparks
Held back the dark.
On my way home
I passed by street lights
On a winter’s night
And thought of glorious Rome
As their temporary sparks
Held back the dark.
The wind gusts.
Human lusts
Are strong.
But, as I sit in my home,
I remember long
Gone Rome.
And listen to the eternal sing,
Of the gusting wind.
There was a young man named White
Who said, “the lights of Rome shone bright,
But they have passed away,
As will this day
And I am drunk tonight!
Had I the money, I would withdraw
From the world’s incessant roar
And wait in my gated home
For civilisation to be as Rome.
But no,
Perhaps we can avoid a collapse
And the roar
Will go
On as before.
I can not capture this sense of dissociation
Reflected in campfires
Of shop windows that blaze.
Walking home
I remember Rome
And see wolves waiting
For the camp’s lights to go out