The silence of night hangs over me
and mine,
no light to be seen, no path
to travel as we huddle in bunches
awaiting the siren’s call, that
chilling noise which drills into
bone and brain alike.

Time is dripping,
our hourglass emptying
as we pray in masses,
our murmurs to deities hushed
in tone.
Our pores drenched
as we flit eye to the sky fearful
of light.

“Please“, we say,
“Please“, we plead,
“Please“, we beg,
“Please do not let us taste the
mushroom, do not let us
bathe in cloud, keep us
safe, keep us in darkness,”
we can only wish
the Gods are controlling.