Beings At The Gate

soon I bar all the doors
burn up the torch
and bring in the dogs
feeding on myself... swallow knowledge

counting down in my head
seconds are sped
the manic mirage
shining on the steps... hollow image

figures moving around
line the edge... come to rob me
of all that I've learned

aircraft trample the sky
feet stomp on the dry
decay of a log
beings at the gate... seeking passage

sensors sweeping the ground
burn the field and the mountain
we're digging for worms