Rampage

Roaming through the ruins -
Stumbling stones - blocks of sooty bones
Baalbek - a bird's eye view of the gods who flog me.

I'll be down...down there
as the falcon flies -
I'll be crowned there - crown me
with your shiney drones.

There's nothing left
Nothing left to lose - or to gain.
Just a few grapes beyond the hill . . . is all I wanted.
Olive leaves gleaming in the sun
A dangling fig of fortune . . . too much for you?

All that's left is my rage -
So, I rampage - against the god who stalks me.
All that is left is pain - that I don't understand.
So, I rampage - against the ones who mock me.

I'll be down...down there
as the falcon flies -
I'll be crowned there - crown me
with your shiney drones.

© Katsa
September 11, 2010