the fire flies

the heart of the city is ablaze

with the light of a million fire flies

electronic music clarions

a million heartless melodies

for youth to get old by

 

they have come

from hostelry or home

to prove they exist

as more than passing ornament

to the concrete where they kiss

but they don't

 

carefree cocksure cool they die

pledged in troth to a quick eternal

drunk with the glory of shining eyes

that waft a spell a touch infernal

from off the shores of paradise