STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING he shouted from behind his paper machet mask
and we ran before he could breath the cold night air or move what little muscel he had
we didnt know where we were going
the acid burned our lungs and clouds of poisons breath escaped our laughing lips
We had left him behind dressed in shadows and midnight blue,
his whislte and club of no use
His uniform stained in sweat and frustration
His mask slipping
We spent our selves in bars and clubs,
drinking like it was water and we had come in from the desert
I cannot recall what else happened that night
I awoke a few moments ago in a bed of glass and twisted dreams
Rosa Mayfair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-from-eden/
