once we fought here

02-09-2004 "once we fought here" we have become ghosts here here in this town our passion is rationed in tired green tin cups as we stand waifs in wartime lines waiting our share once we fought here red-cheeked we raised our voices and held our fists to the sky but the dying of the light we raged against has passed us over and set behind us now we dig sluggish graves in the tyranny we tried so hard to overcome as we chanted so we changed we forgot and we were tamed tonight we shall light what stubs of candle we have and place them in the sooty windows of our blasted homes may the small flames the dirty squares of orange-brown light be a beacon across this wasteland perhaps flame can compell flame and call back the traveller call back the fire into our hearts