The Unconscionable Surrounds Us Poem by Mark Heathcote

The unconscionable surrounds us
it's a nightmare dream that enters thought
and transpires to breathe and give birth
and then live alongside us always hungry.

Howling at the moon...

It's the reprehensible of something evil
that it will always somehow follow
it's the thought that the inconceivable
will one day cause us trouble?

Always hungry, howling at the moon...

It's the inacceptable truth, we'll lose ourselves
or someone closer to a tragedy,
leaving you a lot of broken glass
a barefoot obstacle you just cannot pass.

There isn't any use crawling
or inconceivably guessing what will be manifest next
because there's always a bear in the woods
there's always a wolf at the door, and he's never far behind.

Howling at the moon driving, you insane...

The unconscionable he's stalking you
he's howling at the moon
wanting to break shadow and consume you
wanting to devour you.

Always hungry, howling at the moon...
always hungry, howling at the moon...
driving you insane, driving you insane
not a moment too soon!