Numbers

The millions of Utopia
Sprawl vagrantly
Across the killing floor
Failed disciples of some hollow fame
They had names
Now turned to silence
Making numbers of us all

The millions of Utopia
Gaze sightlessly
Into a starless sky
Soft machines and hard realities
And the grass grows green
Grateful for the nitrogen
Of things that moved and breathed

The millions of Utopia
Wait quietly
For the trumpet's tired cry
Dead to anger - no less than to joy
And the fields are still
Waiting patiently
For the Utopias to come

The millions of Utopia
Grin knowingly
When others smile and lie
Whispering, "As you are so once was I."
On the lonely steppe
A lonely tree gives shade
To lonely souls upon their lonely way

Fitz