Stubborn ape
Love is not enough
and hope will never do.
We know all stories
end with death:
a pale and grinning horse,
that has no time for prince
or maiden.
We know all that -
and yet we tell our stories,
keeping night at bay.
We are so brave and tempest-tost;
we spit into the face of Gods
and sing our hopeful dirges,
through the stinging smoke of funeral pyres.
We don’t give in;
we don’t give up;
the angel ape will not give up
its dreaming.