Calling Card - Venerea

In midfield I stand alone and raging

Face turned skyward as in prayer

Staring down a sunset slowly fading

Cursing what is neither here nor there

Ultraviolently gesticulating

Protest against the dissolving ozone layer

I don’t think about these things that often

Sometimes you don’t think at all

This is a calling card

I’m calling you out

Don’t let me down

Keep your eyes wide

This is a calling card

I’m calling you up

Don’t let me down

Hold you head high

This is a calling

The moon shines like a happy yellow death star

As we line up for tides to turn

Great heroes do somersaults in dive bars

And all the torch songs fail to burn