FUTILITY

I raise my arm against the victor
Wielding my plastic sword
And in my left hand
My paper shield

I strike against the godlight thunder
Casting curses at the clouds
I hide from the lightning
Beneath the old oak tree

I run into the night's protection
No beasts of childhood find me
No mortal fears touch me
Only those indefinite

But then I am struck and I retreat
Into the light of a dying sun
And in the light my fears
Surround and eat my soul

And my body remains in the dust
My soul attached by threads
That are my silent fears
That slowly slip away