i found a tower today

i found a watchtower today
it was wet and crumpled
and lying in the street
a cold wind blew
just as i saw the magazine
and i shivered.

i looked around
and i was alone
Just as alone
as i had been
when I carried
a briefcase full of mags

I bent over and
picked up the wet mag
and a strange feeling
came over me
a feeling that
a part of me was dead

images of the holocaust
invaded my mind
and nazi stormtroopers
ready to blast
my humanity to bits
but they were too late

death comes in degrees
little by little
it shuts us down
i was alive when i
placed my first mag
and felt so glad

i didn't notice
the soul eater
reaching inside me
grabbing my heart
squeezing oh so gently
so i would still smile

grey windswept scenes
haunt my dreams
i'm lost in a maze
a maze filled with ghosts
all of them lost
as lost as me

i turn left
and right
and left again
yet i find no way out
i stop and look
up at the sky

the sun smiles briefly
as the clouds fly past
and the warmth reminds
me i'm the living dead
the ghosts begin to gather
and sing their songs of zion

crashing through the bushes
i exit the maze
leaving behind the ghosts
i make a break for freedom
and here i stand
gripping the tower

the street is wet
and grey
so i shuffle on
knowing that
my ghost still wanders
in the maze

i found a tower today

Geronimo

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