More bad poetry at which you and your friends can laugh

[arlenlawson]

You can see them hiding just behind their lives
Crippled by things done in a day grown long
When the now seemed eternal, vast and still

We are liars of the present to the last
By dead years curled in cobwebs thick and stiff
And ancient voices call us back to dream

Of being loved or being ripped to meat
Shadows cast across a half forgotten life

But it's not all that bad
After all, it's over now