At Dawn She Comes: The Greed We Call Survival

The Greed We Call Survival

It’s the calfskin glove
Of the gateway drug
It’s the truce of mortal rivals
For the friend in need
That we choose to leave
It’s the greed we call survival

It’s the melting glaze
Of the elder days
It’s the ragged tent revival
It’s the worn catch phrase
Fraying spirit and praise
It’s the change we call survival

It’s the Judas kiss
On the lovers’ wrists
Who enlisted, tongues unbridled
In the war of words
Between the shepherds
For the death we call survival



Everything must die in its place and time
And such paths cannot be stifled
When the wars wind down and the loss is found
What remains we call survival

When the wars wind down and the loss is found
What remains we call survival