Sarah Slean When Another Midnight
When another midnight comes to rest
On the cheek of our sleeplessness
All the crusaders will wake and dress
Pull their flags from their pillowcases
You could hear all of Eden hold its breath
On this, the anniversary of wonder’s death
Unholy occasion, what a terrible mess
Oh, it’s time for a new dress
How to live a noble life
In this age of insanity
When every prophet’s face is turning white
It’s the look, the look of
“Can it be?”
It’s shock, it’s horror, it’s despair!
It’s Socrates weeping in a wheelchair
Teacher drooling, unaware
“Where are my students, where, where?”
Poet to poet, nun to nun
I’ve met a distance that I have to run
No matter what madness must come undone
I’m throwing down a smoking gun!
All the commuters will hear our words
And hide in garages like frightened birds, but
You can’t stop the moaning of the Earth
And the midnight crackling of my nerves!
Come out, come out, angels of love!
It’s just the sound of another midnight falling
Come out, come out
It’s not the end of the world
It’s just the sound of another midnight falling
Come out, come out! The time is now!
It’s just the sound of another midnight falling
