Prison For Mad Men Poem by Moz Rauf

I laugh for hours.
It makes me sad in the end.

They built a prison for mad men,
With God staring from the top window,
Resting inside the bosom of winter-yolk sun,
Playing a fiddle,
While the world is set alight,
With a fire,
That doesn’t burn.

And underneath the great sea,
Miserable things keep rising from the sunken corners,
Of green churches,
To sing in the choirs,
Of the great cathedral of apes

I laugh for hours.
It makes me sad
The end.