And the Wind Blows Empty
By Paul Mansfield Keefe
The wind blows empty
Through the hollow of the soul
The sun calls mightily
The body stretching up, bold and triumphant
But the shine dulls on unfulfilled promise
Snarling teeth tear at the flesh of hope and desire
Leaving the soul wanting
Disillusioned and crippled
Burn sun, burn down
Burn down till darkness fills the void of days infinite
There upon the ashes lay truth, barren and naked
And the wind blows empty
