lucifugous

bright and blinding
a glare, as the screaming wheels are
a cause to hiss and spit
and flee beneath the city.

to the dark, the damp,
the studded, craggy halls of the
catacombic underworld,
that is our adopted home.

in flights of bat-winged haste,
we band together,
creating something larger,
something bigger than ourselves,

built out of shadows,
the shared idea grows larger,
than we could have ever hoped.

escape!  flee!

to corners of construction
in hopes of hiding
from our angered creation,
but there's no escape
from his flashlight eyes
that come in sweeps of light,
impending doom.

there's nowhere safe.




 

Author's Note

lucifugous: avoiding light.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

it seems liked these people had developed an illness where they are sensitive to light. it could've began of their own invention but nonetheless they are lucifugous and must live like that or perish.

[Nobody.]

YEAH! love the dystopian feel...the "impending doom" drips the page like acid.
every word is like a shadow soldier marching quietly away from authority....old flashlight eyes...looking for a dream to bash.

lovedthis one.

cheers!
BOB

[OT]

brilliant! I was wondering if you'd take the lucif bit and work with it (I had hoped you would) and you did - the underworld connotations are very well played here - dodging the light by taking refuge in the pits of darkness!! great word choice and a very nice poem to go with it!! bravo!