I fear that the cowardice
have rule over us, and we are
the only thing they have to fear.
And isn’t it funny how the givers of the wound
are the only ones powerful enough
to take them back; yet they will
do almost anything to worsen it?

Ironic--I know--how a man and a beast
can work together in such synchronization
it’s almost like they’re the same being.
Does that make the Givers all madmen
or do the majority of them make it normal?

Do the burnt people scurrying out the chimney
and into our lungs make the soon-to-be-forgotten
a part of us or are they lost forever, like we
are soon to be? Like we already are?
Does our powerlessness make us as bad
as the Givers are; does that make them as big
a victim as us? Does that mean we are all guilty

Or does that make us all innocent?
Does that mean we can give
lives back to the lifeless,
as if nothing ever happened
or anything ever will?

I guess not, for we are forever
wandering in a sky of faded smoke.