Daughters Of The Night That Was A Day.......

Some people say they never slept, others did not agree
Some people say their parents wept, myself I couldn't see
The differences between those women, or the hell I see in me
Or the sour smells I got from their friends, and various walkers of the night
Riders of the day, why are we waging war on, one another anyway?
The angry wolves at dusk prowling, through marbled doorways
And brazen nightwalkers, bidding on blood vials, at the bay
Confront the daughters in the churchyard , on cemetery way
Where naked women children, audition for the bloodletting
The party where mothers take their daughters weddings
To heart in every way
It is the year of the Rabbit
A contest breaks the crazy, stifling, sisterhood
And mothers takes their daughters out
For rotting, rancid, food
When truly the very strange occurs
A day within a night
Eclipse some people call it
But not the sisterhood
It's feminine debate
And the blood punishments
Start rolling
Down cemetery way
And all the daughters disappeared
That extraordinary day
And now we all recall it as
The night that was a day........

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)