In The Name Of Blood

We speak of this blood
As though it has some property beyond
The sheer magic of its redness.
We give names to these dreams and call them true,
Expecting the world to conform.
We have no plan, just vague notions
There is something beyond the mere redness,
Calling our blood home.

Finding it too hard
To accept how a mere ape needs just one
More small step to grow up human,
We search for reasons, we search for more clues
In the dark blankets of the sky.
We want to be greater than this,
Despite knowledge, despite history, we think
We do deserve it.

So now, we search for
Stardust in the lines of our blood as we
Dream of our final redemption.
But, let us go and we will fall
From the sky as we dream of endless flight.
Falling, always falling. We look
Up at the stars, their promise of future
And learn how to wish.

Always falling down.
There is so much distance and so much space.
We fall between the stars and know,
What it really means to be so alone
As blood seeps into the staining
Ground from the still body of just
One more child. And still we do not learn how
All blood is alike.