Lullaby

This a poem I wrote about.... Well u figure it out. Isn't that what poetry is all about? Marcus Maximus and I put it together as a spoken word piece and he played it on KBGA last night during his Radio Dystopia show.

Lullaby
By
DeTrav

Click, click... The oily metal sings a sweet,
Quiet tune but smells like blood. We dance with
Our finger gently cupping silent end...

We love the dance but hate the music. O, sweet,
Quite freedom, we taste your honey coat
With jaundice rage center. We see the tears,
Ours and yours, as our white silence stares up.
We hear the apologies, smell roses, but
It mollifies and engraves patiently;
My siren, slow and silent, digs my home.

“Hush little baby…” we croon together
As we dance and we cry and we turn in
A giant circle. Neither one knows if
It’s a love of dance or a dance of love.
I ask the question. Empty echo sings.

…A tired finger twitches, pulling hair;
Long cold corridor heats with smoke and flame,
Pushing a train that will not stop for flesh.