Scorpio
Sex and death, death and sex:
is this all there is?
Is everything else in between
mere lies and nonsense
like a mountain of trash
to fill our emptiness
and to ease the unbearable agony
of being alone?
We are sickened by the truth
of our parents copulating,
the thought of their bodies, lifeless,
unable to help us anymore.
Either one is unpalatable, extreme,
staring at us twenty four seven
with laser beam eyes in the dark
waiting for psycho-babble to fade
and our heart to wail at the sight
of the scorpion’s tail
copyright David Barker 2009
Ciscography 