Kit Kelen #1047 - for the makers

1047
for the makers 


if you're a maker
time's running out

years fall over 
wishing gone

peg out
tread down

everything's been eaten, drunk
each act is harder to follow

if you're a maker
too much to read

mountains have piled up
deaths make new wars

the bed is all these bodies
the sky too full of stars

if you're a maker
might be your day

you could expect a church of bells
you'll have to sing yourself though

the freshly mocked
are rising yet

by voice you see
so climb

roll strength and sweetness up
to throw, to catch this flaming ball

to read the cup of leaves
and in those well deeps blue

if you're a maker, time's running down
you can simply lie there

the dream will come for you
some cliché mantra for a necktie noose

all there's to imagine
must be more than we are

stop counting
hear the heart