Holes

Memory poem

We thought that we would live forever and drilled holes in our heads
So the bullets could pass right through them.

We danced all night to beating drums amplified by hallucinations
We made mad mad incantations to the moon and the mountains.
We played with fire.

We wrote love letters on our bodies and hearts and we roared at the world.

When We get old we will still think that we will could live forever
We will fill the holes we had made with absolution.

The drums silence us into reverential slaves
we pray to the silence
And die anyway.