If you must smoke here

Than it shall be smelled everywhere

The stench of a thousand years

I can see your tears

Forming like blobs now

Tired of fuming

Anger also in a giant stew

Endless bats flying in the night

I once knew new you in jest

This thing is moving

Hands breaking the ice

And the fields creep out

Hearts driven into silence.

You have heard the drivel 

Spoken from a herd of know nothings

To dive into the light of darkness

Tired at last now.

Now take a nap

Then wake in a day

Into the hand of reaching

And be caught in that net

Shall your heart go down?

Now with any wave.