What Monsters We Were
What monsters we were
Consuming with passion and desire
All that we wanted, all that we saw
Fire stoked, sulphur on our tongues
Unfettered by age, graceless with youth
Wings beating against the sky
Calling out our own names
Simply for the joy of having them heard
Heady with time, endless and ours
To own, to waste, to have, to laugh at
Without care for aches or pains
Or the groaning of the years
Restless and foaming at the lips
Eager to claw chunks from the earth
Before it was too late
Before our dawn became a memory
Our eyelids drooped, crow’s feet nesting
At the corners of our eyes
As the shadows begin to lengthen
Our once long day
Now nothing but a sunset away
From what we never thought possible
When we were young
And hungry
And devoured the world in infinite bites
What monsters we were
Whilst our teeth still carried their edges
