Cimmerians Dawn

Anti-authoritarian poem.

Super-lucid citadels
Blare against the crystal blue,
Their coastguard windows buttoned up,
And belfries standing in phalanx

Quartz antennae twist like ribbons
High above the city hive,
A lid of masts and majesty,
An earth of bone and bleach

Ultra-silence bridles verse
And fans the flags of peace,
The silk from prying spiders, burnt
Before it hits the streets

But when the crust and pillars face
A Cimmerians dawn,
The meek will lift their heads and know
Not to bow again

Cloaked cryptographers; they wait
With holstered aerosols,
In arms, in subways, in the dark
They wait for us to speak