No Reason To Wait

The vagility 
was close to disaster. 
Standing amid the ruins, 
we were ready to break ourselves. 

We had come afar 
in search of the golden deer, 
which we find now standing dazed 
in the moon's dawn. 

The dark circles under the 
eyes run deep, hiding the babies 
unborn, looking back at the dead, 
living god. 

The sick society now finds 
relief in the screams of 
windows, that will not allow 
the sun to peep in.