Last night,Our blood boiled
And we took up arms in aged battle
Alas, when we parted
Moses's Rod lay between us
Who was Pharaoh?
And who was Jew?
So, we lay
Bodies cold, tongues sour
Sacks filled with grit
In the chill after a pour
And when I heard the footsteps of dawn
And Soleil sought us
I sought to mend that which was torn
To make my part yours
And my touch was a stone in a pond
And once again a battle raged
But this time, Our fires burned
All as a cock bore his message
Musings of An Insomniac
