the worlds coalesce
out of the gray mists
of time
spirits bodiless
with clenched jaws and fists
do climb
from the long ago
and into the now
forward
the rainbowlands know
how the men and cow
slaughtered
the past to preserve
what remains of us
vampire
wine coffee frayed nerves
calm wailing and fuss
on fire
the future holds them
accountable to
no one
burning coughing phlegm
like frogs in the stew
all done
with the now it fades
into those gray mists
before
the specters and shades
find their cities and enlists
once more