the dawn is cruel,
the property of ferocious gods,
damning those with eyes assigned
to be open.
such divine benevolent savagery
is usually met by me and my mates
with cognac and blood.
after dreaming all night
about necks near candlelight,
we try to answer
the day's frequently asked questions,
like, for instance,
when the world comes crashing down,
what do we do?