The Mercy of the Sun.

You get knocked over by
The sun, wielding mercy in his
Vain and glorious arms
They are made of yew and hazel
They are made of God's love
The sun is made of something more than
Earthly wishes and
The great unwashed pleadings
Of the hatred of the crowd

Luciform, the sun
Cannot
Extend his fragile cage
Of bone
And salt
Beyond a modicum of mercy

Yet despite
That
We beg he relinquish
That great wooden stake
To our Dracula

Are we forever
doomed
My friends
To vanish from sight
And crumble to dust
In what is apparently mercy?

The mercy of
The sun