Under a street light 

sits someone with a thousand 

faces watching you 

Hearts and minds aren't  

so easily bought when lies

cannot be swallowed 

Hope so dangerous 

swings between ecstasy and 

darkness unto night 

The dead vine still clings

and the worm, split in two, lives

on, growing again 

Tribulations come 

skipping gleefully towards us

arms stretched out widely 

Stretch and groan but keep 

going on and on reaching 

for the sky til dawn 

Capitulate to 

capitalistic desire 

for useless objects