Little Lucifers

We're all little Lucifers

Disgraced and fallen

Yet somehow still bearing light

And the four-fold word

Of secrecy, blasphemy

Might quite be love

Or maybe Eden

The illusion that somehow

Eases our tragedy

And still there are those

Hell-bent on progress

As if they were aliens

(Perhaps they are)

The tower is toppling

With windows of fire

See them jump and scream

Till all that's left is rubble

And I left, eye wide open

Came back, astonished

They had rebuilt it

Stacking slander like pancakes

Atop the salamander

It somehow stays in place

And lightning doesn't strike twice

(Perhaps it does)

Well, start anew is pretty hard

When they're taxing herbs

With greeting cards

And while the sylph circles

And the nymph swims below

I can't tell whose side they're on

Where did all the warm blood go