The new commandments

They came singing new anthems

Marching beneath banners

of the anti-hero

Cashing out of mainstream dream

amid affections grown cold

Themes that have grown old

No mile markers

No exit signs

Only highways empty

We watch the young lads

marching off to their fortunes

Fortunes of gold

Fortunes of war

Ill fated obsessions

and the shot never heard

At the watering hole they gather

Friend and foe alike

They share poisons

Gossip and competition

Peeling labels hold their attention

as they await proclamations

These are the new commandments

Be silent