Wake up cold, scream out loud,
Against silence and absent sound.
Aroused, bold, cut the crowd,
Feline frenzy on broken ground.

Gowned in pretty tatters,
Aching bodies pounce, hard as stone.
Lustful whimsy shatters
The house, of feather, pane and bone.

Never worked after dawn,
Never lent mind to laws nor crime.
Suppose tonight it's gone,
Forever, for always this time.

Imagine that this sun
Is to be the very last one.