November

Irradiate this soul
With the malice of a dying star
Leave this cancer to groe
Unchecked, ignored

Tie up those loose ends
That seem fit to be tied
Bury this husk in the debris of political fallout
Send out the crows to harvest the fallen
The only one who stands will rot in the sun
There's nothing left

March to the gallows
And let those loose end hang
There is no tomorrow because there isn't much today
Celebrate the end of forever
All we'll know is yesterday

Irradiate