Goblins

She opened her amphora,

And all was spilt —

Leaving only hope

The yearning gift of Man,

 

Hope goes forth

Eviscerating all,

And Man spills out

Into asylums, into blame.

 

Pretend for the future

In dreams and in visions,

For tomorrow is only;

Goblins, Goblins, Goblins.