The Balad of Janus

There are those that have mouths
Very much like a clown’s
Wider than they are long
Redden their lips and cut their tongues

 

The gravel has ended
Broken pathways where the Earth has surrendered
See here, the weeds that mark
The place where the hitchhiker must disembark

 

No roads are ever just straight
Twisting and turning, momentarily placed
Like caterpillars, born to one day be
Another creature on another tree

 

So here we wave farewell
To greet tomorrow’s new hell
No here we say Hello
And point to our chests and say in you go.

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