the king of solitude is always late to the party for he never comes.
theres not enough favourites to go around
for there to be less than a circus.
you could shatter the fortresses columns
all in lead, the soft spot of a skull.
--carrion mess, confetti
from far away
see those skins as a puppet; the power you seek
and watch this earth burn
-- not as the angels bring hellfire from below
reborn
watch us light ourselves aflame, through
decades, flash fires are myth for
evolution.
hindsight
humanize the-
machines?
mar the wild.
no use; lacking chemistry
"I" is no individual:
collective
we are light re-wordings
hivemind
we have always been chaos--
to carrion! decomposers unite
and history is made.
YOU ARE READING
NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
