Sundown

The sky is filled with water
The ground is wet with blood
Betrothed have finally come apart
Lying, silent, in the mud
They no longer wish to fight
But neither will they work together
To rebuild what they have broken
Neither dove will lift a feather

In my head
There is a void
Ripped, devoured by rage
In my heart
I can feel nothing
But the bars of my cage

The bootmarks drying in the sun
The shrapnel rusting in the rain
The soldier lying, without his gun
The angel blinking through his pain
The holy man in his enclave
The saviour in his blood-red throne
The artist sinking in his enclosure
The young man with sins to atone

In my head
There is a roar
The silence is lost
In my heart
I can feel nothing
But return feeling must