Night is Coming

you have a vantage point,
your head low in the grass,
to catch a glimpse of them turning,
wheel after wheel,
as they cross the horizon,
the peloton cloaked in black,
lettered in the blood of everything
that did not dare to speak,
the cycle of hate,
the cycle of destruction,
stuck in one whirling spoke,
the wounded soul of all humanity,

and you watch them go,
picking up speed,
as if they will step off the sky,
as if they will drop off the brink,

hoping one day you can lift your face,
drawn black in mud and tears,
hoping one day the race will end,
and you can inter your fears,

remember you came here
to find those roads,
but you stood in the sidelines,
and cheered till you could
watch no more,
remember you came here
to fit wings on your dreams,
but you lay in the green,
and cried until you could
laugh no more,
remember you came here
to share the breath of the sun,
but you hid in the hollows,
and counted the dead
until you could live no more,

the light shifts, uneasy,
the shadows rise into the air,
faster, faster,
as they cross the horizon,
wheel after wheel,
the cycle of hate,
the cycle of destruction,
the wind drops to the empty
spot by your side,
dry your tears, he says,
gather your remains,
bring out your last candle,

night is coming.

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24 thoughts on “Night is Coming

  1. Fence straddler, bystander no more, life will put its hooks in you soon enough. Non-Commitment is an action with consequences–when the flood of public outrage is wide enough, the current is inexorable, and excuses for inaction are falling on deaf ears. This is an incredibly brave & strong message–and I applaud it. I love the lines /remember you came here/to fit wings on your dreams/ damn right & bravo.

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  2. “You came here to fit wings on your dreams” I love this line as it speaks to me of hope and of my own inaction untill I’m prodded by life to move on…”hid in the hollows, and counted the dead
    until you could live no more…” So well written agree with above comments about your use of metaphor and weaving it through the metaphor” I’m a fan!

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  3. I think you’ve picked up on something about packs of cyclists, the way they dash head down, with their goggles and their helmets, seeing nothing but the bit of track in front of them. They are scary. The embodiment of the human pack. The cyclists, the primal wheel bringing the night is a very powerful metaphor.

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