Naked Knights
what was left of us
knights of pointless days
boastfully celebrated
our lost battles
while inflated balloons
our winners
burst in anger
what was left of us braves
abandoned our shadows
but tonight we returned tip-toed
and we woke upin the morning
snuggling in our warm torpor?
we who believed:
if we existed – the word existed
and through word we were and shall be –
on white hallways we’ll walk
out of time
for they’ve erased our dreams
while we slept and
on the verge of awakening
we stared at each other
confused:
what was left of us?