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