Tomorrow

Come forth with dogs
To worship sheep
Tomorrow has the aura of peace

(Except the gleaming knives
The dreaming knives)

Come forth undead
With weakling pups
And dancing children
For tomorrow flees the stormy war

(Except the feasting lords
The fasting priests)

Come forth tomorrow
Bearing gentle lambs

(And hungry wolves)

And pretty lovers

(And savage warriors)

For tomorrow smells sweet of life

(Nay, the stench of blood
For tomorrow is the massacre)

(1971)